My very dear Friends,
HOW is this? Am I come four thousand miles to winter with you, and like to be disappointed at last? I fear so; for alas, only by travelling thus far from Philadelphia in my way to New-York, I am quite fatigued. But I do not despair yet, if God gives me any strength. Pray hard, and who knows what a God may do? Dear Mr. H——m will best acquaint you with northern particulars. He leaves me this morning, but I hope to see him at New-York the beginning of the week, and to write more. O that I may come with him! Abba, Father, all things are possible with thee! Adieu! My dear friend is going. Cease not to pray for, and write to,
Yours, &c. &c. in Jesus,
G. W.
LETTER MCCXCVIII.
New-York, December 1, 1763.
My dear Sir,
HOW thankful should I be to the adorable Jesus, and to all that love me for his great name’s sake, for the blessed contents of your last, dated September 10. Praise the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me praise his holy name! May this be only an earnest of good things to come, both in England and Wales. Ere now, I suppose dear Mr. Davis is crying Gogunniant in London. We are essaying to echo it back from America. Some very good impressions have been made in Philadelphia, and we had four sweet seasons at New-Jersey college, and two at Elizabeth-Town, in my way hither. Some said they resembled old times. My spirits grow better. But thrice a week is as often as I can preach. To-day I begin here, and have thoughts of returning with Mr. H——m to Georgia, but am fearful of relapsing by such a fatiguing passage or journey. The Lord will direct. Mr. Cruttenden is got above these infirmities; God be praised that he went off so comfortably! may our expiring hour be like his! Surprized am I indeed to find that you have a little one coming into this world which others are leaving. Lord Jesus, spare root and branch, for thy own glory, and thy people’s good! Lord Jesus, convert us all more and more, and make us all like little children! Tender, tender love to all that love him in sincerity. I would write to many more, but company, low state of health, and travelling, render more frequent writing impracticable to, my dear steady friend,
Yours, theirs, &c. &c. in our Jesus,