G. W.
LETTER MCCCI.
To Mr. S—— S——.
New-York, December 16, 1763.
My very dear Friend,
I SEE by what you have done lately for the tabernacle, that you do not forget absent friends. I think you and yours are not forgotten by them, neither I believe are forgotten by the Friend of all. He remembers us, though he is advanced to so great a kingdom; remembers us in our low estate, and remembers that we are but dust. What a blessing this to worthless, ill and hell-deserving me! What a mercy, to meet with such a friend in the latter stages of our road! Surely he is altogether lovely. Having loved his own, he loves them to the end; witness his yet continuing to own the feeble labours of an almost worn out pilgrim. Every day the thirst for hearing the word increases, and the better sort come home to hear more of it. I must now go soon to New-England. Cold weather and a warm heart suit my tottering tabernacle best. The ship is going. God bless you and yours! I hope that all related, and all who are near and dear to you, are alive for God,—a God,—a God in Christ; in whose great name, I beg leave to subscribe myself, my very dear friend,
Yours, &c. &c.
G. W.