To Mr. A——s.
London, November 30, 1768.
My very dear Tommy,
TEN thousand thanks for your kind sympathy. Many thought I should not hold out from Bath to London. But I cannot as yet go to him whom, I trust, my soul loveth. Last Sunday I creeped up to my gospel throne: this evening the same honour is to be conferred upon me. Why me, Lord? why me? The prayers of God’s people detain me here: for what end, the event only can discover. To be tried, we may be assured. Mr. W——t is going with his brothers to Georgia, in order to finish the wings of the intended college, and repair the present buildings. I suppose they will sail in about a fortnight. You will pray that Abraham’s God may be my God and my guide unto death. He will, he will.
I would believe thy promise, Lord;
Lord, help my unbelief.
Cordial, most cordial respects await your whole self, and all who are so kind as to enquire after, my very dear Tommy,
Less than the least of all,
G. W.