_To Governor B――――._
_London, June 6, 1755._
_Much-honoured Sir_,
WHILST I remain myself where you are called to sojourn, in this dying
world, I trust your Excellency will never be forgotten by unworthy
me. You see, honoured Sir, where a poor but willing pilgrim is tossed
now. Just this day month did I arrive in this metropolis, where,
glory, glory be to the great head of the church! The word hath still
free course. The poor despised Methodists are as lively as ever,
and in several churches the gospel is now preached with power. Many
in _Oxford_ are awakened to the knowledge of the truth, and I have
heard almost every week of some fresh minister or another, that seems
determined to know nothing but JESUS CHRIST, and him crucified. This,
I am persuaded, is the best news I can send to your Excellency. This,
must necessarily rejoice your heart, which I know pants after nothing
more, than the enlargement of the Mediator’s kingdom. Ere long, your
utmost thirsting shall be satisfied, you shall see JESUS; you shall
see him as he is: _O Gloriam quantam et qualem_! GOD give me patience
to wait till my appointed change comes! But would it not be a shame to
go to heaven without scarce beginning to do something for the blessed
Redeemer? He that searches the heart and trieth the reins, knows full
well, how often I cry out, “my leanness, my leanness!” GOD be praised,
next week I hope to go on my country range. I hope that your Excellency
will have a heart given you to pray for me, whilst life lasts, and
after death I doubt not but the glorious _Emmanuel_ will reward you
before men and angels, for all your works of faith, and labours of love,
which you have done for the church in general, and particularly for all
favours conferred on, honoured, much-honoured Sir,
Your Excellency’s most dutiful, obliged, and
ready servant for CHRIST’s sake,
_G. W._