_To Mr. D――――._
_London, August 15, 1760._
_My dear Mr. D――――_,
HOW do I long to hear of GOD’s appearing for _Georgia_ and _Bethesda_?
I trust, the _Indians_ have not, and will not be permitted to disturb
a family planted by his own right hand, and for his own glory. But
the divine judgments are a great deep. LORD, help us to adore, and
cheerfully to submit to thy holy will! Some _Bethesda_ letters, I
trust, will soon put me out of suspense. I wrote to you by the convoy
that took your new Governor. I hope he will behave friendly to the
orphan-house. If we make the LORD JESUS our friend, all will be well.
Many here are seeking his friendship. Satan is angry. I am now mimicked
and burlesqued upon the public stage. All hail such contempt! GOD
forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of JESUS CHRIST. It is
sweet! it is sweet. What a mercy is it, that we have got an abiding
inheritance in the kingdom of heaven! Of this we can never be robbed.
_Hallelujah!_――Adieu. Hearty love to all. Cease not to pray for, and
write to, dear Mr. _D――――_,
Yours, &c. in our glorious High Priest,
_G. W._