———— O happy rod,
That brought me nearer to my God.
I have been in hopes of being with him. But I cannot go, though at present reduced to the short allowance of preaching once a day, except thrice on a Sunday, At both ends of the town, the word runs and is glorified. The champions in the church go on like sons of thunder. I am to be at Clapham this evening: Mr. V—— will gladly embrace the first opportunity. May it be a Bethel! Bristol, in all probability, will be my first Spring excursion. O that I may begin to begin to spring for my God! I beg, dear Madam, the continuance of your prayers, as being, dear Madam,
Your most obliged and ready servant in our glorious High-priest,
G. W.
LETTER MCXCV.
To Mrs. B—— B——, at Bath.
London, February 3, 1758.
Dear Madam,