_To Mr. H―――― S――――._
_Dover, May 9, 1747._
AS you were my kind host and peculiar friend, I take the liberty of
writing to you more frequently than to others. I hope you will accept
of this as a token of my unfeigned gratitude and love. It brings you
the news of my being advanced thus far, of my being in health, and
employed in going about and preaching to poor sinners the unsearchable
riches of JESUS CHRIST. I shall be more northward, GOD willing, in
_June_, and possibly may stretch as far as some part of _New-England_.
――But I am not yet determined. Pray for me, dear Mr. _S――――_, that
JESUS may direct my steps. I would not willingly go to the right hand
or to the left, contrary to his blessed will, for ten thousand worlds.
――When shall I have another line from you? It may be directed to me
at _Philadelphia_. My dear yoke-fellow is there now. We travelled very
pleasantly through the woods, and purpose returning to _South-Carolina_
and _Georgia_ in the fall. We lead a moving life, but I trust we move
heaven-ward. O that JESUS may quicken all his dear people’s hearts, and
cause them to mount on wings like an eagle! I hear that times are yet
dead in _New-England_. It is dreadful to have winter all the year round.
May your heart, my dear Sir, and the heart of your dear wife, and the
hearts of all my dear friends, be kept close to JESUS, and continually
flaming with love! I know you will readily say _Amen_. For the present,
adieu. I must go to my delightful work, PREACHING. Pray remember me to
all. Let me have a line, and tell me whether the LORD stirs up any to
lend an helping hand to, very dear Mr. _S――――_,
Yours most affectionately in CHRIST,
_G. W._