Less than the least of all,
G. W.
LETTER MCCCCXXXVI.
To Mr. John W——r.
The Downs, on board the Friendship, September 18, 1769.
My dear Friend,
I MUST not forget you and your dear yoke-fellow, whom I cannot but number amongst my old first friends and children. I hope this will find bodily pain subsided, or grace given to make it more than tolerable. Little do we know what trials await the declines of life. But these are like the finishing strokes of a limner’s hand before the picture is sent for home. Yet a little while, and it shall be hung up in God’s house above, as a trophy of the Redeemer’s blood and Spirit, to be admired for ever and ever.
O heights of grace!
O depths of love!