_To Mr. S――――._
_Newcastle, September 24, 1755._
_My very dear Sir_,
AT length I can sit down, and send you (what I know you dearly
love) some good news concerning the kingdom of JESUS CHRIST. O
infinite condescension! He hath vouchsafed to own and bless my feeble
labours all the way. At _Northampton_ we had blessed seasons; at
Lady _H――――n_’s, the LORD of all Lords was with us of a truth; at
_Liverpool_ I trust some fallow ground was broken up; at _Bolton_ the
cup of many ran over; at _Manchester_ people heard most gladly; and at
_Leeds_ and _Bradford_, what many felt, I believe, is unutterable. In
my way hither, I hope a smart gentleman was touched at _York_, and
several I find were awakened when I was at this place last. LORD, what
am I?
If thou excuse, then work thy will,
By so unfit an instrument;
It will at once thy goodness shew,
And prove thy power omnipotent.
What GOD does further, you may hear by and by. Perhaps I am at the end
of my northern circuit, and I fear I am too impatient to get at the end
of my christian race. I long, I long to see JESUS. Well, he that comes,
will come and will not tarry. His reward is with him; then, but not
till then, shall you and yours be fully recompensed, for strengthening
my poor feeble hands in the LORD. He only knows how feeble. Surely this
is grace indeed, to employ such a wretch as I am. Help me to adore it.
Continue to pray for me, and thereby add to the obligations already
conferred on, my very dear friend,
Yours most affectionately in our common LORD,
_G. W._