_To Alderman H――――._
_London, November 6, 1756._
_My dear Friend_,
I AM glad you got no more hurt by your late fall from your horse. May
the LORD JESUS write the laws of gratitude upon all our hearts! I wish
my brother’s sickness may be sanctified to his better part. I know not
the case of the poor weavers: I do not love to fish in troubled waters,
and yet I fear more and more troubles await us both at home and abroad.
O that the walls and street of the _New Jerusalem_, may be built in
troublesome times! He hath said it, who is also able to perform it. I
wish I may begin to begin to build in earnest. Do pray for me: I shall
never forget you or yours. May this find you on the full stretch for
JESUS! He was stretched upon the cross for you and me. Amazing love!
Adieu. I must away. Beg Mr. _B――――_ to write if my brother grows worse.
I will answer him as soon as possible; but whilst my cold continues,
I cannot expect to see you at _Gloucester_. O for a warm heaven! there
you will know how much I am, my very dear Friend,
Yours in our common LORD,
_G. W._