_To Mr. H――――._
_London, Jan. 26, 1750._
_My dear Mr. H――――_,
I Wrote to you not long ago, but that is no reason why I should not
drop you a few lines now. I hope they will find you and your dear
yoke-fellow resigned to the dispensations of providence, and chearfully
saying, “It is well.” I write thus, because Mr. _H――――_ informed me in
his last, that old Madam _W――――_ was like to die. If she is yet alive,
you will present to her my sincere love and service. I am endeavouring
to prepare for my great change every day, by looking up to JESUS,
and spending and being spent for the good of those souls for whom he
shed his precious blood. Glory be to his great name, my labour is not
in vain in the LORD. My work increases on my hands, and the prospect
of being serviceable widens continually more and more. I beg the
continuance of your prayers, and assure you that mine, such as they are,
always attend you and yours and all my dear _Carolina_ friends. O that
the _Indian_ land may become indeed wholly christian land! Is there any
thing too hard for the LORD?――Ere long I hope to come and sow a little
seed in your ground. May the LORD JESUS make my way plain before me!
The bearer of this is named _G――――_; he once preached, but has (some
time past) greatly backslidden. To save him from ruin I have taken him
in, and have now sent him to _America_. If he keeps close to GOD and
his book, he may yet do well. If not――he has good parts, and is of a
good family. You will take no notice of what I write concerning him.
I write to you as a friend. I mention it, that if he should turn out
wrong, as I pray GOD he may not, you may see I was not deceived. I hope
you visit _Bethesda_, which I trust will be yet brought to something.
May the LORD hasten the time, when we shall arrive at the _Bethesda_
that is above, even that house not made with hands, eternal in the
heavens! I can now add no more, but my most cordial salutations to you,
yours, and all, and subscribe myself, dear Sir,
Yours most affectionately in our common LORD,
_G. W._