_To the Reverend Mr. Z――――._
_Wakefield, Nov. 3, 1752._
_Reverend and very dear Sir_,
I Have been upwards of three weeks out of _Scotland_, but scarce ever
had more encouragement in preaching the everlasting gospel, since the
LORD of the harvest was pleased to send me forth into the harvest.
At _Newcastle_, _Sunderland_, and several places in _Yorkshire_,
_Lancashire_, and _Cheshire_, thousands and thousands have daily
attended on the word preached. The glorious _Emmanuel_ caused life
and power to follow it, and I hear that the arrows have stuck fast
in many hearts. The stir hath been so great at _Leeds_, that at the
desire of friends, I am returning thither again. From thence I shall
go to _York_, and several places in _Lincolnshire_, and am to preach at
_Sheffield_ next Lord’s day. My return to _London_ must be determined
by the weather. It hath been uncommonly favourable, and methinks it
is pity to go into Winter quarters, so long as work can be done in the
fields.――O that I had as many tongues, as there are hairs upon my head!
The ever-loving, ever-lovely JESUS should have them all. Be so good,
honoured Sir, to pray that he may not turn me out of his service, but
employ me as a poor pilgrim till I die. Fain would I die preaching.――I
hear that Mr. _H――――_ is gone. The LORD JESUS quicken my tardy pace,
and prepare me to follow! I know you say _Amen_ in my behalf, and
thereby add to the obligations you have already laid upon, honoured and
dear Sir,
Your most affectionate, though unworthy son and servant
in the glorious gospel,
_G. W._