_To Mr. K――――._
_London, July 12, 1748._
_My dear Brother_,
AT my first arrival, you judged right that I am pretty much taken up;
however, I must snatch a few minutes to answer your kind, very kind
letter. Blessed be GOD, that the mercies bestowed on hell-deserving me,
have, through the thanksgivings of many, redounded to the glory of the
blessed JESUS. O that the same prayers that have drawn me hither, may
draw down showers of blessings upon GOD’s church. Now I am come, do
you and my other friends continue to pray and hold up your hands, and
in the strength of JESUS CHRIST I will go on fighting. The fields seem
to be as white as ever. I trust the shout of a king is among us. O for
humility, love and zeal! O for that mind, which was in CHRIST JESUS!
I trust that the members of your society are copying after our great
Exemplar. As soon as possible I purpose to come down and see you. I
thank you for what you have done in respect to the Orphan-house. I
could wish the cash was remitted to _London_ immediately, because I
want to pay it away. Surely the time will come, when I shall owe no
man any thing but love. Then, and ’till the day of my death, _Poor,
yet making many rich_, shall be my motto. You will remember me in the
kindest manner to all the followers of the Lamb; and that you may be
filled with all his fulness, is the prayer of
Yours, &c.
_G. W._