_To Mr. N――――._
_Bristol, July 13, 1752._
_Very dear Sir_,
I Am quite sorry to hear that you are so much indisposed. But what
shall we say? The LORD JESUS orders all things well. He knows of what
we are made; he remembers that we are but dust. As our day is, so shall
our strength be. I see more and more, that, like our great Exemplar,
we must be made perfect through sufferings. Ere long, the time of
reigning will come, and one sight of the ever-loving, ever-lovely JESUS,
will make amends for all. O glorious prospect! Well might the apostle
say, “that the sufferings of this present time, are not worthy to
be compared with the glory that shall be revealed in us.” _O gloriam
quantam et qualem!_ Courage then, my dear Sir; he that cometh will
come, and will not tarry. I dare not give vent; business obliges me
to be short. Here, as well as at _London_, the fields are white, ready
unto harvest. This week I pass over to _Wales_. I am a poor, but happy
pilgrim. Thanks be to free grace for it. My dutiful respects await good
Lady _Jane_, and the young Ladies. Be pleased to accept the same from,
very dear Sir,
Yours most affectionately in our common LORD,
_G. W._