Blest are saints that wait his hour;
Haste, great conqueror, bring it near;
Let the glorious close appear.
You see, my dear Sir, how free I write. It is because I think you are a true minister of our glorious Emmanuel. Be pleased to remember me when near his throne. Though a stranger, you know my name: I am the chief of sinners, and less than the least of all saints, but for Christ’s sake, reverend and dear Sir,
Your unworthy brother and fellow-labourer, in our Lord’s vineyard,
G. W.
LETTER MCLIX.
To Lady H——.
London, January 12, 1757.