New-York, August 8, 1764.
Dear Sir,
YOUR last, I find, left you soaring aloft. I fancy you like being a Hebrew of the Hebrews. This, I hope, will meet you sitting low at the feet of Jesus, and hearing his words. That is the safest place. He continues good to me, a worthless worm, during this summer season. I have preached twice lately in the fields, and we sat under the blessed Redeemer’s shadow with great delight. Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord! In a short time I move southward. Perhaps in Spring I may embark for England. But future things belong to him who orders all things well. The New-Jerusalem is the place I have in view.
There sin and strife and sorrow cease,
And all is love and joy and peace.
Hearty love to your wife and all dear friends as they come in your way. God bless you all! In Him, who is all in all, I am, dear Sir,
Yours, &c.
G. W.