_To Mr. K――――._
_London, January 8, 1762._
_My dear Timothy_,
I THOUGHT my wife had written many letters to you before this time.
Blessed be GOD, I am better. The _Scotch_ journey did me service.
I preached on new-year’s day, and am to do so again, GOD willing,
to-morrow. Who knows? who knows?――I may again see _Plymouth_. Is there
any thing too hard for the LORD? When can you come up? I had a violent
fall upon my head from my horse last _Thursday_, but was neither
surprized nor hurt. Help me to praise Him whose mercy endureth for ever.
Mr. _B――――_ is here, and preaches with power. Blessed be GOD that some
can speak, though I am laid aside. That your mouth may be opened, and
body strengthened more and more, is the hearty prayer of, my dear
_Timothy_,
Ever yours, &c. in JESUS,
_G. W._