_To the Same._
_Birmingham, Dec. 27, 1743._
WANT of time, not of love, prevented my writing to you from
_Gloucester_. Neither have I now leisure to be very particular. It is
near eleven at night, and nature calls for rest. I have preached five
times this day, and, weak as I am, through CHRIST strengthening me,
I could preach five times more. I think I was scarce ever so happy
before. Surprizing! how the LORD JESUS hath made way for me in these
parts. I lose nothing by being quiet and leaving all to him. O was you
here, what could I not tell you? The weather is just like Spring. That
the day-spring from on high may visit your heart, till you rise to
eternal perfect day, earnestly prays
Yours, &c.
_G. W._