LETTER MCCXXXVIII.
To Mrs. C——.
Bristol, July 8, 1760.
Dear Mrs. C——,
I HOPE this will find you restored to more than former health and usefulness, and quite determined to continue at Bethesda. It makes me uneasy, to think you have the least inclination of returning, till you see me on your side the water. Jesus hath called and blessed you at Bethesda. I would fain have you stay and see the fruits of your labour. You will see what I wrote about I—— H——. I must leave all to you who are upon the spot, not doubting but the Lord Jesus will guide you by his allwise counsel; none teacheth like him. I have sympathized with you, in respect to your fears about the Indian war. Lord Jesus grant they may not be permitted to come near your peaceful dwelling! In heaven, all these alarms will be over. I long for those blessed mansions. But nothing kills me. My wife was lately just got into harbour, but is driven back again. Blessed be God, we are sure of getting in safe at last. Jesus is our pilot. To his almighty and never-failing protection do I most humbly and heartily commit you, as being, for his great name’s sake, with ten thousand thanks for all your labours of love, dear Mrs. C——,
Your sincere affectionate friend, and ready servant in our common Lord,
G. W.
LETTER MCCXXXIX.
To Mr. D——.
Bristol, July 8, 1760.
My dear Mr. D——,
I OWE you much love for your letter and accompts. May Bethesda’s God bless and reward you! He doth, he will. I suppose you will see what I have written to Mr. P——l and Mr. S——k. How doth the Redeemer bring his elect together, even in this world! What a glorious meeting will there be in the world to come! Methinks I hear you say, “Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly.” I add, Amen and amen! even so come Lord Jesus! The prospect is promising. I am going in my old way, saving that I grow fatter and fatter every day. Lord, help me to work it down! but it seems working will not do. I spent all the last winter in London, and began my campaign in May, in Gloucestershire. Last month I was in Wales, inviting souls to come to Christ. Here I am labouring also. You will not fail to pray for me. I long to hear about the Indian war. They are safe who are garrisoned in God, even a God in Christ. Assure yourself, that neither you nor your dear orphan-charge are ever forgotten by, my dear Mr. D——,
Yours, &c. in our common Lord,
G. W.
LETTER MCCXL.
To Mr. D——.
London, August 15, 1760.
My dear Mr. D——,
HOW do I long to hear of God’s appearing for Georgia and Bethesda? I trust, the Indians have not, and will not be permitted to disturb a family planted by his own right hand, and for his own glory. But the divine judgments are a great deep. Lord, help us to adore, and cheerfully to submit to thy holy will! Some Bethesda letters, I trust, will soon put me out of suspense. I wrote to you by the convoy that took your new Governor. I hope he will behave friendly to the orphan-house. If we make the Lord Jesus our friend, all will be well. Many here are seeking his friendship. Satan is angry. I am now mimicked and burlesqued upon the public stage. All hail such contempt! God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of Jesus Christ. It is sweet! it is sweet. What a mercy is it, that we have got an abiding inheritance in the kingdom of heaven! Of this we can never be robbed. Hallelujah!—Adieu. Hearty love to all. Cease not to pray for, and write to, dear Mr. D——,
Yours, &c. in our glorious High Priest,
G. W.
LETTER MCCXLI.
To Mrs. C——.
London, November 14, 1760.
Dear Mrs. C——,
I CANNOT find any of your relations, but what are willing you should remain in Georgia, and settle there. What condition can be so useful for you? I have never varied in my opinion. The Lord Jesus direct, bless, and reward you! He will. The orphan sent by Captain Ball, I am persuaded will be taken care of. He is sent by good Lady H——n, and is to be treated as a common orphan. May the Father of the fatherless bless him and all! I was much pleased with the letters I received from the lambs of the flock. If possible, I shall answer them. But at present am so indisposed with a cold, after my Yorkshire ramble of two months, that I can scarce write this. Blessed be God, for the prospect of a state, wherein the inhabitants shall no more say, I am sick. I can now add no more, but that I am, dear Mrs. C——,
Your most obliged friend, and ready servant in our common Lord,
G. W.
LETTER MCCXLII.
To Mr. K——.
London, February 21, 1761.
My dear Timothy,
THE distance that Plymouth lies from London, is one great cause of my coming there so seldom. What can I do, who have so many calls, and so few assistants? London must be minded. For surely, there the word runs and is glorified more and more. I returned in post-haste, last month, from Bristol. Both in going and coming, dear Mr. H——y and I were in great jeopardy. Once the machine fell over, and at another time we were obliged to leap out of the post-chaise, though going very fast. Blessed be God, we received little hurt. Good was to be done. On the fast-day, near six hundred pounds were collected for the German and Boston sufferers. Grace! grace! I wish you had collected at Bristol. When can you move? pray let me know directly. I want my wife to ride as far as Plymouth. Nothing but exercise will do with her. Remember us to your whole self, and to all. This is the very first moment that I could catch, to let you hear from, my dear man,
Yours, &c. in our glorious Emmanuel.
G. W.
LETTER MCCXLIII.
To Mrs. C——.
London, February 23, 1761.
Dear Mrs. C——,
IT is almost an age now, since I heard from my dear family in the wilderness. How came I not to have one line by Mr. Young? Ere now I hope you have received my last by Captain Ball. When shall I get leave to come over? Perhaps my heart is too much set upon it. Father, thy will be done! This is my comfort; the Redeemer’s work is upon the advance. All opposition is over-ruled for the furtherance of the gospel. A new instrument is raised up out of Cambridge university. He has been here preaching like an angel of the churches indeed. My wife is poorly, but joins in sending hearty love. All your relations are well. Pray give my blessing to the children, and thank them all for their letters. I would have all the boys put out as soon as of age. The work prospers here much. Hoping every day to receive a line, and sending you my most hearty blessing, thanks and love, I subscribe myself, dear Mrs. C——,
Your most affectionate obliged friend, and ready servant in our glorious Emmanuel,
G. W.
LETTER MCCXLIV.
To Mr. A——s.
London, March 3, 1761.
My very dear Mr. A——s,
MY last showed you that we are both of a mind. Let us have a little patience, and all will be well. As Mr. B——e cannot come up directly, I must defer my Bristol journey till after Easter. The cold I catched there, I shall not easily get rid off. But what is, is best. Your letter to Mrs. J——s was delivered safe. By Wiltshire’s waggon, I have sent a set of Henry’s Exposition, and Clark’s Bible. Be pleased to take them. You will send the enclosed. The Redeemer continues to own and bless us here. That he may bless and own you and yours evermore, is the earnest prayer of, my very dear Timothy,
Yours, &c. &c. in our common Lord,
G. W.
LETTER MCCXLV.
To the Reverend Mr. G——.
London, March 14, 1761.
My dear Sir,
I HEAR that your little daughter is gone to heaven: a fine flower soon cropped. I thought she was too fine to continue long in this bad soil. She is now transplanted to an infinitely better. O that I may have patience to wait till my wish’d-for change do come! Every day almost we hear of persons dying in triumph. The awakening is rather greater than ever. Satan’s artillery hath done but little execution.
Thoughts are vain against the Lord,
All subserves his standing word;
Wheels encircling wheels must run,
Each in course to bring it on.
Hallelujah!
I hope you prosper at G——. My kindest respects await all your dear reverend brethren that honour me with their countenance, your whole self, and all who are so kind as to enquire after, my dear Sir,
Yours, &c. in our common Lord,
G. W.
P. S. One Mr. Berridge, lately Moderator of Cambridge, hath been preaching here with great flame.
LETTER MCCXLVI.
To Mr. S—— S——.
Cannonbury-House (near London), April 11, 1761.
Dear Sir,
BE pleased to pay to Mr. Thomas Cox the sum of two hundred and fifty pounds, which, with one hundred and fifty paid to him before, and given (as this is to be) into the hands of the Reverend Mr. Zingenhagen, makes up the sum of four hundred pounds; the whole of what is assigned out of the late collection for the distressed German protestants, by, dear Sir,
Yours, &c. &c.
G. W.
LETTER MCCXLVII.
To the Reverend Mr. T——.
Cannonbury-House, April 27, 1761.
My very dear Friend,
ACCEPT a few lines of love unfeigned from a worthless worm, just returning from the borders of an eternal world. O into what a world was I launching! But the prayers of God’s people have brought me back. Lord Jesus, let it be for thy glory and the welfare of precious and immortal souls! Thou hast been digging and dunging round me. O that the barren fig-tree may at length begin to bring forth some fruit! O, my dear man, how ought ministers to work before the night of sickness and death comes, when no man can work! Lord Jesus, quicken my tardy pace, according to the multitude of thy tender mercies! You will not cease to pray for me, who am indeed less than the least of all. Weakness forbids my enlarging. Hearty love to all who are so kind as to enquire after an ill and hell-deserving, but redeemed creature. Not only pray, but also give thanks to a never-failing Emmanuel, who hath been ease in pain, health in sickness, life in death, to, my very dear friend,
Yours, &c. &c. for his great name’s sake,
G. W.
LETTER MCCXLVIII.
To the Reverend Mr. G——.
Cannonbury-House, May 2, 1761.
SURPRIZING, that any friends of Zion should be solicitous for the welfare of such a worthless worm! Indeed, my dear friend, the news you have heard was true. I have been at the very gates of what is commonly called death. They seemed opening to admit me, through the alone righteousness of the blessed Jesus, into everlasting life. But at present they are closed again: for what end, an all-wise Redeemer can only tell. I have, since my illness, once assisted a little at the Lord’s-supper, and once spoke a little in publick. But, my locks are cut; natural strength fails: Jesus can renew: Jesus can cause to grow again. By his divine permission, I have thoughts of seeing Scotland. If I relapse, that will be a desirable place to go to heaven from. I love, I love that dear people. Ten thousand thanks to you, and all my dear G—— friends. Be pleased to add to my obligations, by continuing to pray for one, who, though less than the least of all, is indeed, my very dear Sir,
Theirs and yours, &c. in a never-failing Jesus,
G. W.
LETTER MCCXLIX.
To Mr. S—— S——.
Plymouth, June 5, 1761.
WILL not my very dear and valuable friend be glad to hear, that through divine mercy I am somewhat improved in my health since my leaving London. At Bristol I grew sensibly better, but hurt myself by too long journies to Exeter and hither. However, blessed be God, I am now recovered from my fatigue, and hope bathing will brace me up for my glorious Master’s use again.
Strange, that a harp of thousand strings,
Should keep in tune so long!
The few times I have been enabled to preach, an infinitely condescending Redeemer hath vouchsafed to breathe upon the word preached. Who knows but I may get my wings again? Abba Father, all things are possible with thee! I know who doth, and will pray for me, even my very dear Mr. S——, who hath already laid such great obligations on
His most affectionate friend and very ready servant in our glorious Emmanuel,
G. W.
LETTER MCCL.
To Mr. R—— K——n.
Bristol, June 11, 1761.
My dear steady Friend,
ACCEPT a few lines of love unfeigned, from one who loves both you and yours in the bowels of Jesus Christ. They leave me rather hurt by my late western journey. I strive to put out to sea as usual, but my shattered bark will not bear it. Lord Jesus, let thy will be done in me, by me, and upon me, for time and eternity! If this air doth not agree with me, in a few days I think of returning to my old nurses and old physicians again. Blessed be God for an interest in an infinitely great, infinitely gracious, and sympathizing unchangeable physician! I hope you and yours enjoy much of his heart-chearing consolations. These have been my support in my younger days; these will be my cordials in the latter stages of the road. I hope Mr. and Mrs. J—— are quite well. Pray tell him not to be so touchy to his old friends, especially when they are sick and just returning from the grave: perhaps he may not be troubled with them long. God grant he may never feel the want of them! Jesus lives when ministers die. My hearty love awaits you all. Cease not to pray for, my dear Mr. K——n,
Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLI.
Cannonbury-House, July 11, 1761.
My dear Timothy,
JUST as I was going to write you a few lines to come hither, Mr. Rowand’s letter informed me that you was very ill. But I hope this will find you better. Lord Jesus, prepare us for whatever thou hast prepared for us! Commending you to his never-failing mercy, I subscribe myself,
Ever yours, &c. in Jesus,
G. W.
July 16.
Blessed be God I am better! Blessed be God that you are so likewise! Who knows what rest and time may produce? O to be blanks in the hands of Jesus! When shall this once be! What good news by sea and land! Grace! grace! Let me have another line, and cease not to pray for, my dear Timothy,
Yours, &c.
G. W.
LETTER MCCLII.
To Mr. K——.
London, October 13, 1761.
My dear Fellow-prisoner,
I HOPE an all-wise Redeemer is teaching us to be content to be buried ourselves, and to bury our friends alive. This is a hard but important lesson. Lord Jesus, make us great proficients in the school of thy cross! I have not preached a single sermon for some weeks. Last Sunday I spoke a little; but I feel its effects ever since. Father, thy will be done! Blessed be his name for giving you a little reviving in your bondage. Perhaps that is all we are to expect on this side eternity. But there is nothing too hard for the Lord. Lord, we believe, help our unbelief! Glory be to his great name, that some good was done at Plymouth. The news drove me to my knees, and stirred up an ambition to be employed again. I know you and Sarah will say, Amen, and Amen! I hope your Isaac will be spared; if not, Aaron-like, may you hold your peace! I have met with changes. My two old servants are married and gone. Mr. E—— hath preached for me some time. As yet the congregations are kept up. Mr. A—— and M—— are very poorly. All are hastening home apace. Accept hearty love to your whole self, and all dear friends who are so kind as to enquire after, my very dear Timothy,
Yours, &c. in our Jesus,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLIII.
To Mr. D——.
Leeds, October 24, 1761.
My very dear Mr. D——,
WHAT sudden changes here! O that my great change was come! Happy Polhill: Bethesda’s loss is thy gain. “Be ye also ready,” is the call of this awful providence. The Lord furnish survivors with double strength! I thank you for the accounts. I see you are running in arrears. Some way or other I trust they will be discharged. But I would have the family reduced as low as can be. I think that the keeping of those who are grown up, hurts them and increases my expence. I have little comfort in many that I have assisted. But our reward of grace is with the Lord. Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly! As you are most conversant in figures, you will be pleased to continue in your usual way; and as you go on in harmony, I trust you will do quite well. A sea voyage seems more necessary to me now than ever. I know now what nervous disorders are. Blessed be God that they were contracted in his service. I do not repent my embarking in Christ’s cause. He seeth all your disinterested toil in that new world. “Well done, ye good and faithful servants,” shall be the salutation given to you all. My hearty blessing and love to all. That great may be your happiness on earth, and infinitely great your reward in heaven, is the earnest prayer of, my very dear Mr. D——,
Yours, &c. &c. in our glorious Emmanuel,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLIV.
To Mrs. C——.
Leeds, October 24, 1761.
Dear Mrs. C——,
I AM still in this dying world, but frequently tempted to wish the report of my death had been true, since my disorder keeps me from my old delightful work of preaching. But Jesus can teach us to exercise our passive as well as active graces. Fain would I say, “Thy will be done!” I am now riding for my health; but I think a voyage would brace me up. I impute my present disorder, in a great measure, to the want of my usual sea voyages. Blessed be God, for supporting me so well under the news of dear Mr. Polhill’s sudden translation. In that respect, I rather envy than pity him; to be carried to heaven in an instant; from a ship’s cabin into Abraham’s bosom; O what a blessing! God sanctify and make up the loss! But we shall find few Polhills. Blessed be God, that I have faithful ones left behind. I repose in you the utmost confidence, and hope the Lord will give you double strength, and vouchsafe us all a speedy and happy meeting. I know who adds a hearty Amen. I wish G——r and A—— W—— were put out. Keeping such great boys is expensive, and there is nothing to be expected by my coming over. I hope my nephew will take the boy that comes over; if not, he must be received at Bethesda. Surely God will yet provide for that house of mercy. But I can at present bear very little of outward cares. Writing these few letters, I fear, will hurt me: but I could not help venturing. The Lord bless and reward you, my dear Mrs. C——, for all your labours of love! I commend you and your dear charge to his never-failing mercy, and am, with ten thousand thanks for all favours,
Yours most affectionately for Christ’s sake,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLV.
To Mr. R—— K——n.
Newcastle, October 29, 1761.
My dear steady Friend,
HITHERTO the Lord hath helped me. Surely his mercy endureth for ever. I bear riding sixty miles a day in a post-chaise quite well. Blessed be his name, friends both here and at Leeds are prudent, and do not press me to preach much. But I hope I am travelling in order to preach. If not, Lord Jesus, help me to drink the bitter cup of a continued silence, with a holy resignation, believing that what is, is best! Lord, I believe, help thou my unbelief! Every where as I came along, my spiritual children gladly received me. Almighty God, do thou provide for all! I hope you go on well at London. It is the Jerusalem, the Goshen. May ministers and people see their privileges, and work whilst it is day! The night of sickness and death is coming, when no man can work. Be pleased to remember me to dear Mr. and Mrs. J——, and all dear friends as they come in your way. To-morrow I may set forwards towards Edinburgh. You and yours will follow me with your prayers, and be assured of not being forgotten by, my very dear Mr. K——n,
Yours, &c. &c. in our common Lord,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLVI.
To the Reverend Mr. G——.
Newcastle, October 29, 1761.
Reverend and very dear Sir,
THOUGH at a very unexpected, and seemingly unseasonable time, I am thus far travelled northwards. Hitherto the Lord hath helped me to hold out. Fain would I reach Scotland, to see some of my dear friends before I die. My spirits, though in some degree recruited, are yet low, and I am kept from my old delightful work. But all things are possible with Jesus Christ. He can either restore, or enable me to drink the bitter cup of continued silence. Lord Jesus, do thou help me to say from my inmost soul, “Father, not my will, but thine be done!” I desire to be more than remembered to my dear G—— friends, and beg the continuance of their prayers in behalf of, my very dear Sir,
Theirs and yours, &c. &c. in our common Lord,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLVII.
To the Reverend Mr. G——.
Edinburgh, November 9, 1761.
THOUGH I have been very ill since my coming to Edinburgh, yet I must come just to see my dear friends at G——. I cannot be there till Thursday noon. Little, very little can be expected from a dying man. But I can now hear a little for myself. I write this in the midst of company. All my dear friends will not fail to pray for, very dear Sir,
Yours and theirs, &c. in Jesus,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLVIII.
To Mr. R—— K——n.
Leeds, December 1, 1761.
My dear old Friend,
IT is near ten at night, and I am to set off to-morrow in the Leeds stage for London. Your letter I received this evening, and thank you for it most heartily. Silence is enjoined me for a while by the Edinburgh physicians. They say my case is then recoverable. The great physician will direct. May he abundantly bless you and yours, and dear T—— J—— and his? I send you all most hearty love, as being, for Christ’s sake,
Yours, &c. &c.
G. W.
LETTER MCCLIX.
To Mr. K——.
London, January 8, 1762.
My dear Timothy,
I THOUGHT my wife had written many letters to you before this time. Blessed be God, I am better. The Scotch journey did me service. I preached on new-year’s day, and am to do so again, God willing, to-morrow. Who knows? who knows?—I may again see Plymouth. Is there any thing too hard for the Lord? When can you come up? I had a violent fall upon my head from my horse last Thursday, but was neither surprized nor hurt. Help me to praise Him whose mercy endureth for ever. Mr. B—— is here, and preaches with power. Blessed be God that some can speak, though I am laid aside. That your mouth may be opened, and body strengthened more and more, is the hearty prayer of, my dear Timothy,
Ever yours, &c. in Jesus,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLX.
To Mr. R—— K——n.
Bristol, April 17, 1762.
WILL not my dear steady friend be glad to hear that Bristol air agrees with me, and that I have been enabled to preach five times this last week without being hurt? Lord Jesus, make me truly and humbly thankful! Was the door open for an American voyage, I verily believe it would be very serviceable towards bracing up my relaxed tabernacle. But he who knoweth all things, knows what is best. Fain would I say, from whatever quarter trials come, “Father, not my will, but thine be done!” I see more and more, that grace must be tried. But this is our comfort, when we are tried, we shall come forth like gold. In how many fires is that precious metal purified? O for a heart to be willing to be made willing to be nothing, yea less than nothing, that God, even a God in Christ, may be all in all! You and yours will add to my obligations by praying for me. By this you see that you are not forgotten. Shall I beg you to let the tabernacle friends know soon, that you received this? Having had company I cannot write. Be pleased to thank the honest Welch bishop for his subscription. It was a great deal from such a dignitary. May the great Bishop of souls bless and strengthen him in soul and body ever more. As I expect to hear from my wife on Monday, and as I have nothing particular, I shall defer writing again till Monday evening. In the mean while, be so kind as to give my hearty love and due respects to her and all, and accept the same yourselves from, my very dear friends,
Yours, &c. &c. in a never-failing Jesus,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXI.
To Mr. S—— S——.
Bristol, April 18, 1762.
My very dear Friend,
I WAS quite sorry that I could not take a parting dinner with you. Mr. Z——n begged me to come just at that time to converse with me about the suffering protestants, and in the evening I read letters. Blessed be God, I was not the worse for it. Since my coming here, my health hath improved. The last week I was enabled to preach five times. This morning I have been administering the ordinance; and this evening I hope to be upon my throne again. Our Lord vouchsafes to smile upon my feeble labours, and the people seem to feel a refreshing from his divine presence. Who knows but I may yet be restored so far as to sound the gospel trumpet for my God? The quietness I enjoy here, with daily riding out, seems to be one very proper means. Be this as it will, I know ere long I shall serve our Lord without weariness. A few more blows from friends, and from foes, and the pitcher will be broken. Then the wicked one will cease from troubling, and the weary traveller arrive at his wish’d-for rest. God grant you and yours very large refreshments in the way! Be pleased to accept of this as a token that you are not forgotten by, my very dear friend,
Yours, &c. under ten thousand obligations, and in the best bonds,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXII.
To Mr. D——.
Bristol, April 29, 1762.
My very dear Mr. D——,
HOW have I been contriving to come over in one of the mast ships lately sailed for New-England? But the hour is not yet come. Hasten it, O glorious Emmanuel, for thy great name’s sake! Surely a sea voyage would help to brace up this relaxed tabernacle. Blessed be God, I am now enabled to preach four or five times a week; but it is with much weakness. I long to hear how it is with you in this Spanish war. Mr. Robinson I find was cast away, but hath escaped with his life. Just now I have seen a letter to Mrs. P——e from Mr. H——s, by which I find he is at Bethesda, and talks of returning to England. I hope the Spanish war will prevent this last motion, at least for some time. My love to him and all. Persevere in praying me over. I have just now heard, that there is a packet for me at London from Georgia. How could you draw on me for so large a sum as an hundred and forty-seven pounds? Lord, help me! Yesterday at Kingswood I saw the ship that is to bring this, ready to sail. I hope I am not too late; and if any letters come from any of you by this post (as I hear the Carolina ships are arrived), God willing, they shall be answered by, my very dear Mr. D——,
Yours, &c. in our common Lord,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXIII.
To Mrs. W——.
Bristol, May 4, 1762.
Dear Mrs. W——,
I THANK you heartily for your kind letter, and desire to bless the Lord of all lords for the good news it contains. If the foot of pride doth not come against those that speak for Jesus, all will be well. I see it is always darkest before break of day. O that we could always remember that blessed promise, “At evening-tide it shall be light.” The archers have of late shot sorely at me and grieved me. Job’s friends were his greatest trials, when God’s hand pressed his body sore. So it hath been with me. But if we are brought out when tried like gold, we shall only lose our dross. O that this may be my happy case! Lord, I believe; help thou my unbelief! Blessed be his name for a little revival in my bondage! For these three weeks past, I have been enabled to preach four or five times. Not once without a special blessing. Join with me in crying, Grace, grace! But my body still continues weak. O blessed prospect of its being glorified by and by! Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly! Continue to pray for me. Remember me most heartily to all, as being, dear Mrs. W——,
Their and your most ready servant for Christ’s sake,
G. W.
LETTER MCCLXIV.
To Mrs. C——.
Bristol, May 4, 1762.
Dear Mrs. C——,
YOUR kind letter came to hand a few days ago. The convoy being driven back, gives me an opportunity of returning you hearty thanks. Mr. R——’s draught will lie hard upon me; but I will endeavour to get it paid. I am glad A——w and G——r are put out. It would have saved me pounds to have had it done long ago. As it is war time, nobody can blame you for lessening the family to the utmost. The intended change at Ephrata pleaseth me much. I see if we will wait, Providence will open for us some way or another. O that the door was open for my coming over! Perhaps it may be ere the Summer is over. Grant it, O God, for Jesus Christ’s sake! I have sometimes the hopes of being braced up again for a little future service. With some difficulty I preach four or five times a week; but you would scarce know me, I am so swoln with wind, and so corpulent. Blessed be God for the prospect of a glorious resurrection! For the present, adieu. I fear the ship will be gone. God bless you all. Pray do you and Mr. D—— be particular in your accounts. Hearty love to Mrs. P——l: God comfort her. You will shew this to Mr. D——. I must add no more, but hearty love and ten thousand thanks from, my dear friends,
Yours, &c. &c. in our glorious Head,
G. W.