_To the Reverend Mr. H――――._
_Chelsea, Jan. 13, 1749._
_Reverend and very dear Sir_,
YOUR kind and loving answer to my last poor scrawl, humbled me much
before Him who alone worketh all things in and by us. But if he will
work, who shall hinder? I trust the language of my heart to the
ever-blessed JESUS is this,
_If thou excuse then work thy will,_
_By so unfit an instrument;_
_It will at once thy goodness shew,_
_And prove thy power omnipotent._
You will not be offended if I tell you, that good Lady _H――――n_ saw
your letter. She was much pleased with it, and has a great regard for
you. She goes on from strength to strength. The prospect of doing good
to the rich that attend her Ladyship’s house, is very encouraging.
I preach twice a week, and yesterday Lord _B――――ke_ was one of my
auditors. His Lordship was pleased to express very great satisfaction.
Who knows what GOD may do? He can never work by a meaner instrument.
O dear Sir, pray for me. I want humility, I want thankfulness, I want
a heart continually flaming with the love of GOD. Blessed be his name
for the share imparted to you. May you go on and increase with all the
increase of GOD! I thank you for your kind invitation to your house and
pulpit. I would not bring you or any of my friends into difficulties,
for owning poor, unworthy, ill and hell deserving me. But if providence
should give me a clear call, I should be glad to come your way. I
rejoice in the prospect of having some ministers in our church pulpits
that dare own a crucified Redeemer. I hope the time will come that
many of the priests also shall be obedient to the word, and that of the
honourable women there will be not a few. I know you will say _Amen_.
For the present, my dear Sir, adieu. Remember me to the doctor, and
Mr. _H――――_, when you write to or see them, and assure yourself of a
constant remembrance in the poor but sincere petitions of, very dear
Sir,
Yours most affectionately in the best bonds,
_G. W._