_To the Reverend Mr. T――――._
_London, January 12, 1758._
_My very dear Friend_,
YOUR kind letter puzzles me. As the case is so very peculiar, I think
you cannot be too particular in writing down what you have been an eye
and ear witness to. I think that the calling some ministers together
for the ends proposed, is the best method that can be taken. Where two
or three are gathered together, and are agreed touching the thing they
shall ask, our LORD hath promised it shall be given to them. I shall
be glad to hear of their success. Ah, my dear man, little do we think,
when we first set out, what trials we shall meet with ere we arrive
at our journey’s end. I find more and more, that I am a mere novice in
the divine life, and have scarce begun to begin to learn my A B C in
the school of CHRIST. But by the grace of GOD I am what I am. He hath
helped out of six, and will also help out of seven troubles. I find you
have heard of the _Irish_ expedition. LORD, what am I, that I should
be counted worthy to suffer shame for thy great name’s sake! A more
effectual door than ever seems to be opening in this metropolis. A
counsellor, lately ordained, turns out a _Boanerges_. Thousands and
thousands flock to hear the everlasting gospel. The new chapel, where
I now write, turns out quite well. The LORD JESUS hath made it a gate
of heaven to many souls. This, with the signal deliverances lately
vouchsafed the protestant arms, makes me hope that our extremity will
yet be GOD’s opportunity to help and deliver us. Let us wrestle in
prayer for each other. O that the LORD may abundantly bless both you
and yours! Accept cordial love from me and mine. We are neither of us
likely to put into harbour yet. The voyage seems to me very long. But
I find we are immortal till our work is done. That we all may at last
enter port with a full gale, is the hearty prayer of, my very dear
friend,
Yours most affectionately in our compassionate High-priest,
_G. W._