_To the Reverend Mr. G――――._
_London, January 22, 1756._
_Reverend and very dear Sir_,
ENCLOSED you have some extracts, which perhaps may afford you comfort,
and I trust will excite you to pray for one, who is indeed less than
the least of all saints. Ever since I came from the North, it hath
pleased a sovereign Lord to visit me with a violent cold and sore
throat, which threatened an inflammatory quinsey. Such a thing, I hoped,
would have soon carried me, where this cold heart should for ever be
inflamed with seraphic love. But alas! I fear this wish’d-for time
is not at hand. One physician prescribed a _perpetual blister_, but I
have found _perpetual preaching_ to be a better remedy. When this grand
catholicon fails, it is over with me. You will pray, that (if I must
put out to sea again) it may be to take some fresh prizes for my GOD.
Every day brings us fresh news of newly awakened souls. Both at this
and the other end of the town, (where I now preach at a chapel twice
a week) there is a glorious stirring amongst the dry bones. My heart
is pained for dear _America_; but I trust the LORD will fight their
battles, and make them more than conquerors. Happy they who have fled
to JESUS: he is a strong and sure refuge from every storm. I hope he
hath appeared for his cause at _Glasgow_. May that dear people never
be left without many teaching priests! I send my kind host and hostess,
and all enquiring friends, most cordial respects, and beg you to accept
the same from, my very dear Sir,
Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,
_G. W._