To the Reverend Mr. T——.
Edinburgh, July 4, 1768.
My dear Friend,
WHAT various interruptions do we meet with in this lower world! Sickness, preaching, and company, have prevented my answering your kind letter more speedily. I strive to stir and fly as formerly; but the earthly house of this tabernacle pulls me down.
Strange, that a harp of thousand strings,
Should keep in tune so long!
However, this is my comfort, the Redeemer still vouchsafes to smile upon my feeble efforts. In London the word runs and is glorified, and in Edinburgh, I trust, the prospect is promising. The fields are white ready unto harvest. Who knows but some wheat may be gathered into the heavenly garner? Many of my old friends are safely housed.
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
Hallelujah!