I AM sorry that matters have been so ordered, as to confine you so long at Bethesda. But you have learned to believe, that the Redeemer orders all things well. Soon after my arrival, Lord D——h was put at the head of the board of trade. This will soon bring Bethesda affairs to a speedy issue. You will then be released. But indeed and indeed, in my judgment you had best keep where you are. You will soon repent coming over. Mrs. R——l, whose husband is lame, is utterly against your coming. But you must follow your own judgment. Though people flock more and more, and my health is better, yet I make no secret of it, that my heart is abroad. Mrs. R——l tells me strange things of B——y, and disagreeable things of P——y. O my God! shall I have no prize tickets amongst those I would willingly serve! Well,—the faithful nurse shall be paid, whether the child lives or dies. You therefore shall verily have your reward. Excuse enlarging. Captain Gunn goes to-day. Mr. Wright sends cordial respects. My wife is gone for a little while into the country. God bless you! God bless you! More opportunities of sending will soon offer to, my very dear friends,
Ever yours, &c. &c. in our glorious Head,
G. W.
LETTER MCCCXXXV.
To Mr. A—— K——n.
London, September 20, 1765.
My dear Timothy,
PRAY when are we to have the honour of a visit from you? I believe more than three weeks are elapsed since you came to Bristol. Mr. Adams is to be your collegue here. I purpose for both of you to preach at the chapel, as well as at the tabernacle. Write an immediate answer, fixing your time of coming; and you must not think of returning soon. Mr. Middleton sends me word, that he is blessed at Plymouth, and especially at dock, and that Kingsbridge christians are lively. I hope it is so at Bristol. Blessed be God, it is pretty much so in London. Lord Jesus, quicken my tardy pace! Through his never-failing mercy, I have been better in health for a week past, than I have been for these four years. O for a thankful and an humble heart! My wife also returned well, last night, from Bury. She indulges this morning, being weary. But I take it for granted, that you and I rise at five. Mr. Adams’s room will be large for you to breathe in. I shall never breathe as I would, till I breathe in yonder heaven.
There sin and strife and sorrow cease,