_To Mr. R――――._
_New-York, June 28, 1747._
_My dear Brother_,
THANKS be to GOD, for revealing his dear Son in you. Thanks be to his
great name for calling you to preach his everlasting gospel. I give him
all the glory, and adore him for making ill and hell-deserving me, the
happy instrument of alarming and awakening your dead soul. Ere long I
hope we shall meet in eternity, to sing endless praises to him who has
redeemed us unto GOD by his blood, and has made us kings and priests
unto GOD, and enables us to reign over death, hell, and sin, even
whilst here on earth. I abhor all those bad principles which you
mention, and cannot join so as to labour in the same place, and upon
the same plan, with those that hold them. However, let us behave with
meekness, my dear brother, and we shall soon find that every plant that
our heavenly father hath not planted, shall be plucked up. “He that
believeth doth not make haste.” JESUS reigneth; let our eyes wait on
Him. All things shall work, and even now are working, together for good
to all that love him. In due time you will see me, perhaps next year. I
am as willing to hunt for souls as ever. I am not weary of my master or
his work, though he might long ago have been weary of me. But his name
is Love. Proclaim it, my dear Sir, proclaim it till thou diest. By the
strength of GOD I will. My love to all. I can now write no more, being
recovered from a great illness. Continue to pray over
Your affectionate friend, brother and servant in CHRIST,
_G. W._