My dear steady Friend,
ACCEPT a few lines of love unfeigned, from one who loves both you and yours in the bowels of Jesus Christ. They leave me rather hurt by my late western journey. I strive to put out to sea as usual, but my shattered bark will not bear it. Lord Jesus, let thy will be done in me, by me, and upon me, for time and eternity! If this air doth not agree with me, in a few days I think of returning to my old nurses and old physicians again. Blessed be God for an interest in an infinitely great, infinitely gracious, and sympathizing unchangeable physician! I hope you and yours enjoy much of his heart-chearing consolations. These have been my support in my younger days; these will be my cordials in the latter stages of the road. I hope Mr. and Mrs. J—— are quite well. Pray tell him not to be so touchy to his old friends, especially when they are sick and just returning from the grave: perhaps he may not be troubled with them long. God grant he may never feel the want of them! Jesus lives when ministers die. My hearty love awaits you all. Cease not to pray for, my dear Mr. K——n,
Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLI.
Cannonbury-House, July 11, 1761.
My dear Timothy,
JUST as I was going to write you a few lines to come hither, Mr. Rowand’s letter informed me that you was very ill. But I hope this will find you better. Lord Jesus, prepare us for whatever thou hast prepared for us! Commending you to his never-failing mercy, I subscribe myself,
Ever yours, &c. in Jesus,