LETTER DXIV.

_To the Same._

_Gloucester, April 29, 1743._

_My dear Sir_,

I Am at present strengthening myself in the LORD my GOD. These words

have much refreshed me, “And the LORD was with _David_, whithersoever

he went.” After I wrote my last from a gentlewoman’s near the _Hay_,

I went towards _Builth_, and got into my lodgings about one, and into

my bed about two o’clock in the morning. The next day I preached at

_Builth_, with much of the Redeemer’s presence. Then I rode to the

_Gore_, the last place I preached at in _Wales_; and indeed our Saviour

kept the good wine ’till last: he made our cup to overflow.――Between

eight and nine at night we set out for _Leominster_, and reached there

between two and three in the morning. At eleven, and three, I preached.

It was quite fallow ground. The LORD broke it up, and gave me a blessed

entrance into _Herefordshire_. All glory be to his great Name! The same

night I lay at _Hereford_. Even there some of our LORD’s disciples were

to be found, as also at _Ross_, where we baited yesterday. In both

places I might have preached, would time have permitted; but I was

hastening to _Gloucester_, where the good Shepherd of _Israel_ brought

us in peace and safety about eight in the evening; after having in

about three weeks travelled about four hundred _English_ miles, spent

three days in attending two associations, preached about forty times,

visited about thirteen towns, and passed through seven counties. Here

then will I set up my _Ebenezer_, thank the adorable JESUS for these

and all other his mercies, and from the bottom of my heart give him all

the glory. I know my dearest friend will join with me, and say a hearty

Amen. “Even so, LORD JESUS. Amen and Amen!”――――Last night and this

morning I preached here. Since my departure the barn hath been turned

into a commodious chapel. I shall preach there again, GOD willing, this

evening, and to-morrow morning; in the country on _Sunday_ next, and

for all as I know, shall come to _London_ on _Monday_ evening. One of

the simple _Apperly_ souls died in peace a few days ago. “Praise ye the

LORD, for his mercy endureth for ever.”

Yours, &c. &c.

_G. W._

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