_To Mrs. C――――._
_London, March 26, 1759._
_Dear Mrs. C――――_,
IT is now a long time since I heard from _Bethesda_. The draughts,
GOD willing, shall be answered. We live in a changing world, and
_Bethesda_’s GOD liveth for ever and ever. His word runs and is
glorified daily, especially at _Tottenham-Court_. Strange! that nobody
will relieve me, that I may once more flee to _America_. But, heavenly
Father, our times are in thy hands: do with us as seemeth good in thy
sight! O that _Bethesda_’s little flock may take deep root downward,
and bear fruit upwards! O that you may be helped to lean on your
Beloved! Surely GOD will bless you for taking care of the fatherless
children. A pepper-corn of acknowledgment, and my poor prayers, are the
only return that I can make you. I am in expectation of hearing from
you every day. That grace, mercy, and peace may be multiplied upon you
all, is the earnest prayer of, my dear Mrs. _C――――_,
Your most affectionate friend and willing
servant in our common LORD,
_G. W._