LETTER DXV.

_To the Rev. Mr. I――――._

_London, May 6, 1743._

_My dear Brother_,

YOUR very kind letter I had not the pleasure of receiving ’till

yesterday. It was very acceptable, and knits my heart closer to you

than ever. I love your honest soul, and long for that time, when the

disciples of CHRIST of different sects shall be joined in far closer

fellowship one with another. Our divisions have grieved my heart.

I heartily approve of the meeting of the chief labourers together.

The free grace of the ever-blessed JESUS melts me down. He has been

exceeding kind to me of late, and shewn me that, vile as I am, he will

not lay me aside. I am just returned from a circuit of about 400 miles.

I have been as far as _Haverfordwest_, and was enabled to preach with

great power. Thousands and tens of thousands flocked to hear the word,

and the souls of GOD’s children were much refreshed. I have been also

at two associations in _Wales_. The work begins now to shew itself.

Many are taking root downward, and bearing fruit upward. Ere long I

trust they will fill the land. I am glad the LORD hath opened fresh

doors for you, my dear brother. The rams horns are sounding about

_Jericho_; surely the towering walls will at length fall down. But we

must have patience. He that believeth, doth not make haste. The rams

horns must go round seven times. Our divisions in _England_ have the

worst aspect, while they are now united in _Wales_: but even this shall

work for good, and cause the Redeemer’s glory to shine more conspicuous.

This is my comfort; “The government is upon his shoulders,” and he is

a “wonderful counsellor.”

_And whatso’er thou wilt,_

_Thou dost, thou King of Kings!_

_What thy unerring wisdom plans_

_Thy power to being brings._

But where am I running? Pardon me. I am writing to my dear Mr. _I――――_.

I rejoice in the expectation of seeing you in town. I hope to be in

town at that time, and to enjoy some of our former happy seasons. In

the mean while, I salute you from my inmost soul, and desire, as often

as opportunity offers, a close correspondence may be kept up between

you, and, my dear brother,

Your most affectionate unworthy brother and servant,

_G. W._

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