LETTER MCCCLXXI.
To Mr. A——s.
London, October 12, 1767.
My very dear Tommy,
GOOD-morrow. This comes to enquire how you and yours do? I am just returned from my northern circuit. It hath been pleasant, and I trust profitable. Praise the Lord, O our souls! Every where the fields have been white ready unto harvest. I am become a downright street and field preacher. I wish the city, and want of riding, may not hurt me. No nestling, no nestling on this side Jordan. Heaven is the believer’s only resting place. There we shall not be disturbed. I do not know but Mr. Winter will get there soon. At present he is very ill. But he that bringeth down to the grave, can bring up again. You and I know this by repeated experience. But we shall not always put out to sea again and again. Hallelujah. Come Lord, come! How is Mr. C——m? Is he near the haven, or kept back by cross winds? Write me an answer to all the above interrogatories; especially to those concerning yourself. Tender love to all. Mr. Wright joins in sending cordial respects. Mr. J——s hath been much blessed here. That the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ may bless you and yours evermore, heartily prays, my very dear Tommy,
Ever yours, &c. &c. in our glorious Emmanuel,
G. W.