_To the Rev. Mr. M―――― Jun._
_Bohemia, Sept. 17, 1747._
I Have been writing to the father,――Love, love unfeigned constrains
me to write to the son also. I hope it will influence you to send me,
however unworthy, a line or two in return. Reverend and dear Sir, how
do you? Are you yet GOD’s mouth to the people? Surely if the prayers
of faith keep me alive, the prayers of faith must open your mouth,
and constrain you in preaching to shew forth your glorious Redeemer’s
praise. All things are possible with GOD.
_Blest is faith, that trusts his power;_
_Blest are saints, that wait his hour;_
_Haste, great Conqueror, bring it near,_
_Let the wish’d-for thing appear._
But you do not like that I should write about yourself? Will you then
permit me to tell you, that in spite of all my corruptions, JESUS still
continues to bless unworthy me. He gave me a prosperous journey to
_New-York_, and there, as well as at _Philadelphia_, he opened my mouth
to shew forth his praise. My outward circumstances are made easier, and
I trust, in a short time I shall owe no man any thing but love. I am
now posting southward, willing to follow the cloud wheresoever it shall
point in the spring. O pray, pray that JESUS may be my comforter and my
guide. Great are my trials, but greater my consolations. O free, rich,
and sovereign grace! Help me, dear Sir, to extol and praise it. You
will remember me to all. Your ¹_fidus achates_, and your dear faithful
nurse, I shall never forget. When you go to _Kittery_, pray make my
most dutiful respects acceptable to Sir _William_ and his consort.
Wishing you, what Colonel _Gardiner_ once wished me, “A thriving soul
in a healthful body,” I subscribe myself, Reverend and very dear Sir,
Yours in CHRIST JESUS,
_G. W._
¹ Bosom friend.