_To the Reverend Mr. G――――._
_Edinburgh, July 7, 1759._
_Reverend and very dear Sir_,
GOD willing, I purpose to see _G――――_; but cannot as yet fix the day.
I preach, and people flock as usual; but _Scotland_ is not _London_.
The Redeemer is doing wonders there. Every post brings forth good news.
GOD’s Spirit blows when and where it listeth. O for a gale before the
storm! I expect one is at hand. The refuge is as near. JESUS is our
hiding-place. O for a hiding-place in heaven! When will my turn come?
Some say, not yet; for (would you think it?) I am growing fat: so did
Mr. _Darracot_ a little before he died. O that my latter end may be
like his! You will not forget a worthless but willing pilgrim. Hearty
love to all.
Yours, &c. &c. in the best bonds,
_G. W._