I will not interrupt you. You want to say, Amen! Hallelujah! I only add, when upon the mount, put in a word for an old friend, who retains his old name, the chief of sinners, less than the least of all saints, but for Jesus Christ’s sake, reverend and very dear Sir,
Your willing servant,
G. W.
LETTER MCCCXLII.
To W—— P——, Esq.
Tottenham-Court, May 15, 1766.
THOUGH at present in almost a breathless state, by preaching for the best of Masters last night, yet a weak worm hopes to be strengthened to give the holy sacrament at seven next Sunday morning, and, if able, to preach afterwards at ten. If good Mr. R—— and Lady will come at near seven to the chapel house, they shall be conducted to a proper place. I wish them a Pentecost, not only on Whitsunday, but every day, every hour, and every moment of their lives. Our privilege, as christians, is not to be afraid of, but looking towards, and waiting for the coming of the Son of God. He expects that our lamps should be trimmed, our loins girded, and our lamps burning. There is oil enough in him, our glorious Aaron, to keep them so. It runs to the very skirts of his garments, even to the least member of his mystical body, and therefore to the heart and soul of, dear happy pair,
Your most willing servant for Jesus Christ’s sake,
G. W.