_To Mr. K――――._
_London, January 17, 1758._
_My very dear Timothy_,
YOU will deliver the enclosed. I am glad to write a few lines on such
an occasion. GOD grant that the remaining dear single ones may be as
well disposed of! I bless the LORD that you are enabled to preach at
all. I often think of and sympathize with you. LORD, help me! What an
impatient creature should I be, was I to be visited in that manner! But
we know who hath promised, “that as our day is, so shall our strength
be.” Mrs. _Pearce_ is now out of the state of trial, and I am to bury
one of the same name next _Thursday_. Both, I believe, are gone to
heaven. LORD JESUS, when will my turn come? What can reconcile us to a
longer stay on earth, but the prospect of seeing his kingdom advanced?
It is very promising at _London_. Mr. _M――――n_ is a _Boanerges_. The
chapel is made a _Bethel_. Blessed be GOD, all is paid. I hope to
be with you in the Spring. Adieu. The LORD bless and comfort you! My
wife is poorly, but joins in hearty love to your whole self, and all
enquiring friends, with, my very dear man,
Yours, &c.
_G. W._