_To Mr. R――――._
_Topcliff, Nov. 1, 1748._
_My dear Friend_,
HERE, with thankfulness of heart, will I set up my _Ebenezer_; for
hitherto assuredly hath the LORD helped me. We reached _Fetton_ on
_Saturday_ night. There being no public worship on the Lord’s-day, I
came on to _Morpeth_ to worship there; got to _Ferry-hill_ on _Monday_
evening, and to-night am writing at _Topcliff_. Though I do not preach,
yet I hope I am preparing for it. Reading, prayer, and meditation are
three necessary ingredients. Riding, and getting proper rest, have
recruited me; but I am apt to believe I have strained myself inwardly.
I feel sensible pain in my breath.――But no matter; it is for a good
master, who bore inexpressible pain for me.
_O LORD, enlarge my scanty thought,_
_To see the wonders thou hast wrought;_
_Unloose my stammering tongue to tell,_
_Thy love immense, unsearchable_.
I could write much, but my body calls for rest. My very dear Sir,
good night. May the LORD of all lords reward you, and my other dear
honoured friends, a thousand-fold. I intend writing to more very soon.
In the mean while, pray present my sincerest respect and thanks to all.
Inclosed you have Mr. _M――――_’s letter and my answer. Be pleased to
shew what Mr. _M――――_ and Mr. ―――― writes, and let them tell you how
the affair between them was. I know you will act as a peace-maker. That
the GOD of peace and love may dwell and rule in your dear heart, is the
earnest prayer of, my very dear friend,
Yours, &c.
_G. W._