G. W.
LETTER MCCXXIII.
To Mrs. C——.
London, March 26, 1759.
Dear Mrs. C——,
IT is now a long time since I heard from Bethesda. The draughts, God willing, shall be answered. We live in a changing world, and Bethesda’s God liveth for ever and ever. His word runs and is glorified daily, especially at Tottenham-Court. Strange! that nobody will relieve me, that I may once more flee to America. But, heavenly Father, our times are in thy hands: do with us as seemeth good in thy sight! O that Bethesda’s little flock may take deep root downward, and bear fruit upwards! O that you may be helped to lean on your Beloved! Surely God will bless you for taking care of the fatherless children. A pepper-corn of acknowledgment, and my poor prayers, are the only return that I can make you. I am in expectation of hearing from you every day. That grace, mercy, and peace may be multiplied upon you all, is the earnest prayer of, my dear Mrs. C——,
Your most affectionate friend and willing servant in our common Lord,
G. W.