_To the Reverend Mr. B――――._
_London, April 3, 1756._
_My dear Friend_,
NONE but he, whose name and nature is love, can tell what I felt at
the receipt of your kind letter. O how did the welfare of dear never to
be forgotten _New England_, lie upon my heart. How could I have wished
for the wings of a dove to fly thither! The delightful interviews we
have had together, when in the confidence of social prayer we have laid
hold on GOD, came so fresh upon my mind, that I knew not what to do.
O come, LORD JESUS, come quickly, that friendship begun on earth, may
be consummated in the kingdom of heaven! He only knows, what awaits us
here below, before we are called to live with him above. _England_ is
now equally threatened with _America_. Let this be our comfort, “the
LORD reigneth.” Nothing can rob us of our CHRIST,――let us help each
other by mutual prayer. Thousands here hold up their hands daily for
you. I know you will gladly return the favour. You would be pleased
to see how eagerly people attend the word. I think the awakening, and
prospect of doing good in _London_, is as great as ever. Satan hath
raged at a place called _Long-Acre_ chapel, near the play-houses,
but you know who hath promised to bruise him under our feet. Send me
what good news you can from your side the water, and assure all the
followers of the Lamb of GOD, that they are upon my poor heart night
and day. How goes on your son _Daniel_? May he greatly be beloved!
I could fill, yea more than fill a sheet, but with great difficulty
I write this. Adieu, my dear friend, for the present. I shall never
forget our last pleasant short journey. Surely our hearts burned within
us, when we talked of JESUS in the way. I can no more.
Yours, &c.
_G. W._