LETTER MXVII.

_To Mr. G――――._

_London, December 27, 1753._

_Reverend and very dear Sir_,

I AM surprized to find by your last kind letter, that my poor journals

are not come to hand. My wife informs me that they were sent to, or by

one Mr. _E――――_, who was to send off goods the very next day. Perhaps

it will please you to hear that Messrs. _T――――_ and _D――――_ supped with

me last night; may the good LORD prosper the work of their hands upon

them! I hope they will be introduced soon to the Marquiss of _L――――_,

and by him to Lord _L――――_. I shall help them all I can. At the great

day all things will be laid open. O how do I long for it! And yet, how

ashamed shall I be to appear before my LORD, when I have done so little

for him, and made such poor returns for his dying love! Would you think

it? I am this day thirty-nine years of age. Did not my business require

my attendance, I could lock myself up, and lie prostrate all the day

long in deep humiliation before him, who hath vouchsafed to call me by

his grace, reveal his son in me, and I trust made me the instrument,

(O amazing love!) of calling some others to the experimental knowledge

of the same unspeakable gift. My dear, very dear Sir, let none of my

friends cry to such a sluggish, lukewarm, unprofitable worm, “Spare

thyself.” Rather spur me on, I pray you, with an “Awake thou sleeper,

and begin to begin to do something for thy GOD.” The LORD being my

helper, I will. Do thou strengthen me, my LORD and my GOD, and I will

go for thee, at thy command, to the uttermost parts of the earth! O

break, break my heart, look to him, whom thou hast pierced.――Look and

love, look and mourn, look and praise; thy GOD is yet thy GOD! Every

day, Sir, we hear of fresh work; scores of notes are put up by persons

brought under conviction, and GOD’s people are abundantly refreshed.

Last night the glory of the LORD filled the tabernacle; I cannot tell

you half.――I am lost, I am lost in wonder. I must retire to give vent

to my heart. For the present, my dear Sir, adieu! The LORD bless you

and yours, and all my other dear friends. Ere long, I hope to spend an

eternal new year with you in the _Jerusalem_ which is above. That in

the mean time, all things belonging to the old man may die in us, and

all things belonging to the new man may more and more live and grow in

us, is the earnest prayer of, my very dear Sir,

Yours most affectionately in our glorious Head,

_G. W._

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