_To Mr. H―――― H――――._
_Philadelphia, Sept. 11, 1747._
_My very dear Brother_,
I Wrote to you within these few months from this place, _Boston_ and
_New-York_. My last letters were to inform you, that, GOD willing, some
time next year I purpose to see _England_, if my outward affairs can
be settled. Surely the LORD will deliver me from money matters by and
by.――He will, he will.――LORD, I believe, help my unbelief! I have good
news from _Georgia_, and from my new plantation in _South-Carolina_.
Many negroes are brought under conviction. We saw great things in
_New-England_. The flocking and power that attended the word, was like
unto that seven years ago. Weak as I was, and have been, I was enabled
to travel eleven hundred miles and preach daily. I am now once more
going to _Georgia_ to settle all my affairs, and shall get ready to
embark as soon as I receive letters from you. My dear yoke-fellow is
gone forwards. She exceedingly longs to see her old friends. But death
may intervene. I have been daily waiting for it. Few have expected my
life, but at present I seem to be getting strength. By the grace of
GOD, it shall all be employed in the dear Redeemer’s service. I find
no inclination to settle. My Heart (O free grace!) is yet springing
for GOD, and I am determined to die fighting. I hope matters go on
well with you. Indeed I remember you daily, and pray that you all may
be filled with all the fulness of GOD. I am here travelling through
a wilderness; but I trust leaning on my beloved. JESUS is my rock,
my stay, my GOD, and my all. Various are the scenes I pass through;
various are the comforts and supports I meet with. Sometimes the LORD
feeds me as it were by the ravens, and teaches me daily that man’s
extremity is his opportunity to help and succour. O, my dear brother,
if ever we meet in this world, how much have we to say to one another,
concerning the loving-kindnesses of the LORD? But when we meet in
heaven.――I am lost at the thought――What!
_Make slaves the partners of thy throne,_
_Decked with a never-fading crown?_
O JESUS! thy love is indeed immense, unsearchable.――Shed it abroad in
the dear man’s heart to whom I am writing, and the hearts of all with
whom he is concerned, and the hearts of all thy dear children. Even
so, LORD JESUS. Amen! I can no more. My heart is almost too full to
subscribe myself
Ever yours,
_G. W._