LETTER DCCXCVI.

_To the Old Mrs. B――――._

_London, Dec. 14, 1749._

_Dear Madam_,

IF this finds you in the land of the living, or rather this land of

the dying, it comes to assure you that your dear letter and the other

letters received from your dear family, gave me great satisfaction.

Blessed be GOD, even the GOD and Father of our LORD JESUS CHRIST, for

wounding and healing. This is his way. He wounds, in order to heal,

and in the midst of judgment remembers mercy. Surely he is good in

holding your soul in life, and being so much a staff to you in your old

age. He has been a promise-keeping GOD. He has not forsaken you when

grey-headed, and when your natural strength must necessarily begin to

fail you. Though it is cruel to hope you will be kept out of heaven

so long, yet who knows, but I may see you, dear Madam, on this side

eternity. GOD willing, I purpose to embark some time next year without

fail. The infinitely condescending Redeemer vouchsafes to crown my

labours with great success; but in the midst of all, _America_, dear

_America_, is not forgotten by me. Your family is peculiarly dear. I

look upon you as my mother, and on your children as my brethren and

sisters. I have lately been in _Yorkshire_, where I saw a widow, whose

husband lately died in triumph, and who has five sons and one daughter

all walking in the love of GOD. Let this strengthen your faith, dear

Madam, and encourage you to hope that you shall still see the travail

of the Redeemer’s soul in the salvation of all your children, and be

satisfied. The LORD’s Spirit seems still to be striving with them;

and I trust he will not let them go, till they are enabled to give him

spirit, soul, and body to be sanctified throughout. My poor prayers

shall not be wanting. We often think and talk of you. My wife, with

me, sends you and yours a thousand thanks for all your kindnesses. We

are both pretty well, and have the satisfaction of seeing the glory of

the LORD manifested in the great congregation. O what a blessed master

is JESUS CHRIST. I am just now come to my thirty-fifth year of age. I

blush and am confounded, when I think for what little purpose I have

lived. It is time now to begin to do something for Him, who has done

and suffered so much for me. I beg, dear Madam, you will pray for me

while life lasts. I am the chief of sinners, less than the least of all

saints; but for CHRIST’s sake under manifold obligations to, and am,

dear Madam,

Your most affectionate, obliged friend and ready servant,

_G. W._

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