_To Mr. T――――._
_London, Dec. 21, 1750._
I Have been lately near the gates of death, which has hindered my
answering your kind letter as soon as I proposed. Accept a few, though
loving lines now. I hope they will find you entered upon your trials,
and longing to preach the gospel, which you have felt to be the power
of GOD to the salvation of your soul. Every line of your letter seemed
to have this call in it, “Rise, _T――――r_, rise,――the harvest is great;
the labourers are few: pray the LORD of the harvest to send thee,
and many more like-minded, into the harvest.” I cannot write much at
present. Inclosed you have a few extracts. That from Lady _H――――n_,
came last week when she was dangerously ill. May the LORD continue her
useful life! I am now entering upon my seven-and-thirtieth year. O that
I may begin to live to him, who hath lived and died for me! I shall be
glad to know your friend’s answer about _Georgia_. If the LORD raises
up a solid, heavenly-minded, learned young man for a tutor, I shall be
glad. Nothing, I believe, but sickness or death, will prevent my going
over next year. Methinks the winter is long; I want to take the field
again. Could you send me all Mr. _G――――_’s weekly papers. We prayed
heartily last _Monday_ for the awakened _Hollanders_. I have heard of
several lately awakened here. To the blessed and glorious JESUS be all
the praise. My dear friend, my heart leaps at the very mention of his
name. When I muse of him, the fire kindles. O that you and I may shew
forth his praise while we have a tongue! Pray remember me to all in
the kindest manner, and beg them not to forget unworthy me. Let not my
being so slow in answering your last, prevent your writing speedily to,
my dear Mr. _T――――_,
Yours most affectionately in our dearest LORD,
_G. W._