To Mr. D——.
London, August 15, 1760.
My dear Mr. D——,
HOW do I long to hear of God’s appearing for Georgia and Bethesda? I trust, the Indians have not, and will not be permitted to disturb a family planted by his own right hand, and for his own glory. But the divine judgments are a great deep. Lord, help us to adore, and cheerfully to submit to thy holy will! Some Bethesda letters, I trust, will soon put me out of suspense. I wrote to you by the convoy that took your new Governor. I hope he will behave friendly to the orphan-house. If we make the Lord Jesus our friend, all will be well. Many here are seeking his friendship. Satan is angry. I am now mimicked and burlesqued upon the public stage. All hail such contempt! God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of Jesus Christ. It is sweet! it is sweet. What a mercy is it, that we have got an abiding inheritance in the kingdom of heaven! Of this we can never be robbed. Hallelujah!—Adieu. Hearty love to all. Cease not to pray for, and write to, dear Mr. D——,
Yours, &c. in our glorious High Priest,
G. W.
LETTER MCCXLI.
To Mrs. C——.
London, November 14, 1760.