Charles-Town, December 1.
BLESSED be God, a pilot-boat came yesterday along-side, and brought us hither in safety to our unspeakable comfort in the evening. Our reception as hearty or heartier than ever. Grace! grace! The ship is not yet come up. Blessed be God, I am brave and well, and am to preach this afternoon. Praise Him whose mercy endureth for ever! We have been delivered out of great jeopardy. You will say so, when you receive further particulars from, my dear friend,
Less than the least of all,
G. W.
LETTER MCCCCXLII.
To Miss H——y.
Charles-Town, South-Carolina, December 6, 1769.
Dear Madam,
SHALL I promise, and not perform? God forbid! You have one of my first letters since our arrival. The long passage made shore more agreeable. Miss H——y knows how to apply such an account. All we meet with here, will be sweetly overruled to render heaven, and a sight of Jesus in the heaven of heavens, more delightful. I am in hopes, by this last week’s preaching, that some South-Carolina souls are beginning to look heavenwards. Grace! grace! In a day or two, God willing, we shall move to Bethesda. Mr. W——t is come to meet me, and tells me all is in great forwardness there. Ere long the top-stone of a building not made with hands will be brought forth. How many of your beloved family will join the shout, crying, Grace, grace unto it! Most cordial and due respects attend them all. God be praised, heaven is in sight. Jesus is our pilot: he will steer us safe over every bar; even over the last bar, Death. Then will we sing,