_To the Reverend Mr. M――――._
_Mitchel-Dean, August 6, 1748._
THOUGH I am now upon the road in my way to _Gloucester_, yet I cannot
help dropping you a few lines. Excess of business, not want of respect,
has prevented my writing to you before. You, and yours, and all my dear
_Scotch_ friends, have been, still are, and by the grace of GOD always
will be much upon my heart. I long to hear that their souls prosper.
Perhaps next Spring I may pay them another visit. The remainder of this
year must be spent in visiting _England_ and _Wales_. Blessed be GOD,
there is a prospect of a revival where I have been already, at _London_,
_Bristol_, and _Wales_, from whence I am just now come. Our LORD hath
been pleased to lift up the light of his countenance upon his poor
people. I beg, reverend Sir, the continuance of your prayers, that I
may be stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the LORD.
At present, through grace, I am willing to spend and be spent for the
good of precious and immortal souls. My native air seems to improve my
health, and I trust ere long I shall be lively and strong as an eagle.
I suppose you have heard that the word of the LORD has been glorified
in _Bermudas_. In a short time, I hope the adjacent islands will know
what it is to feel the sun of righteousness arising with healing under
his wings.
_Blest is faith that trusts his power,_
_Blest are saints that wait his hour;_
_Haste, great conqueror, bring it near;_
_Let the glorious close appear._
Reverend Sir, I could write more; but must away. I beg my most cordial
respects may be accepted by your whole fire-side and all friends. I
intend writing to dear Mr. _M――――_ soon. In the mean while, I must
haste to subscribe myself, reverend and very dear Sir,
Your most affectionate, obliged younger brother, and willing
servant for CHRIST’s sake,
_G. W._