My very dear Friend,
GOD be praised that all is so well at London. Every thing goes on better and better here. But I am so worn down by preaching abroad, and by talking at home almost all the day long, that I have determined, God willing, to set off for London next Tuesday noon. I shall mind all you say. You have acted quite right. As you do not mention my wife, I suppose she is out of town. God prepare you and yours for whatever he hath prepared for you, and support you under your present and impending trial. Company prevents my enlarging. Thus it is continually. Grace! grace! Hoping to see you soon, with tender love to all, I beg leave to subscribe myself, my dear friend,
Ever yours, &c. &c. &c.
G. W.
LETTER MCCCXCI.
To Mr. J——ss.
London, August 16, 1768.
Dear Mr. J——ss,
BLESSED be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath so mercifully preserved you in your going out and coming in, and caused you to triumph in every place! You may continue your gospel range, till Mr. E——ds leaves London; then we must think of Winter quarters. Let us work whilst it is day. The late very unexpected breach, is a fresh proof that the night soon cometh when no man can work[¹]. Pray where may I find that grand promise made to Abraham after Sarah’s death? May it be fulfilled in you, whilst your Sarah is yet alive! Sweet bereavements, when God himself fills up the chasm! Through mercy I find it so. Adieu. Tender love to all. Brethren, pray for us. I suppose I must direct to brother Adams at Rodborough. He expects you there. That you may be owned in every place more and more, heartily prays, my dear man,