_To Mr. R――――._
_Philadelphia, August 7, 1754._
_My dear Mr. R――――_,
I ONCE thought to write you a long letter, but it pleased GOD to cut
off my strength in my journey. Yesterday I was taken with a violent
cholera morbus, and hoped ere now to have been where the inhabitants
shall no more say, “I am sick.” But I am brought back again. May it
be in order to bring some more precious souls to the ever-blessed
JESUS! This is all my desire. O that GOD should ever make use of such
a worthless creature as I am! But his grace is free, he yet blesses me,
and rather more than ever. My poor labours, seem to be owned here, as
well as at _New-York_. I received the sacrament at church on _Sunday_,
and have preached in the academy; but I find Mr. _Tennent_’s house
abundantly more commodious. I fear it will be impossible for me to come
your way. This is the believer’s comfort, all GOD’s people shall meet
in heaven. There I hope to see you and yours. Accept hearty love, and
fail not to pray for, my dear Mr. _R――――_,
Yours most affectionately,
_G. W._