_To the Same._
_Topcliff, Nov. 1, 1748._
_Honoured Madam_,
THUS far has a gracious and good GOD brought me in my way to _London_,
which I hope to reach some time next week. Your Ladyship may expect to
see me the next day I come to town. Thanks be to the LORD of all Lords
for directing my way to _Scotland_. I have reason to believe some have
been awakened, and many, many quickened and comforted. My old friends
are more solidly so than ever, and a foundation I trust has been laid
for doing much good, if ever the LORD should call me thither again.
Two synods and one presbytery brought me upon the carpet; but all has
worked for good. The more I was blackened, the more the Redeemer
comforted me. I desire to cry, Grace! grace!
_The love of CHRIST doth me constrain,_
_To seek the wandering souls of men;_
_With cries, entreaties, tears, to save,_
_And snatch them from the gaping grave._
_For this let men revile my name,_
_No cross I’d shun, I’d fear no shame;_
_All hail reproach, and welcome pain,_
_Only thy terrors, LORD, restrain_.
At present I add no more, but my most dutiful respects to your Ladyship,
and with hearty prayers for your temporal and eternal welfare, I beg
leave to subscribe myself,
Your Ladyship’s most obliged humble servant,
_G. W._