LETTER MCCLIX.
To Mr. K——.
London, January 8, 1762.
My dear Timothy,
I THOUGHT my wife had written many letters to you before this time. Blessed be God, I am better. The Scotch journey did me service. I preached on new-year’s day, and am to do so again, God willing, to-morrow. Who knows? who knows?—I may again see Plymouth. Is there any thing too hard for the Lord? When can you come up? I had a violent fall upon my head from my horse last Thursday, but was neither surprized nor hurt. Help me to praise Him whose mercy endureth for ever. Mr. B—— is here, and preaches with power. Blessed be God that some can speak, though I am laid aside. That your mouth may be opened, and body strengthened more and more, is the hearty prayer of, my dear Timothy,
Ever yours, &c. in Jesus,
G. W.