WILL not my very dear and valuable friend be glad to hear, that through divine mercy I am somewhat improved in my health since my leaving London. At Bristol I grew sensibly better, but hurt myself by too long journies to Exeter and hither. However, blessed be God, I am now recovered from my fatigue, and hope bathing will brace me up for my glorious Master’s use again.
Strange, that a harp of thousand strings,
Should keep in tune so long!
The few times I have been enabled to preach, an infinitely condescending Redeemer hath vouchsafed to breathe upon the word preached. Who knows but I may get my wings again? Abba Father, all things are possible with thee! I know who doth, and will pray for me, even my very dear Mr. S——, who hath already laid such great obligations on
His most affectionate friend and very ready servant in our glorious Emmanuel,
G. W.
LETTER MCCL.
To Mr. R—— K——n.
Bristol, June 11, 1761.