_To Mrs. W――――._
_Bristol, May 4, 1762._
_Dear Mrs. W――――_,
I THANK you heartily for your kind letter, and desire to bless the LORD
of all lords for the good news it contains. If the foot of pride doth
not come against those that speak for JESUS, all will be well. I see it
is always darkest before break of day. O that we could always remember
that blessed promise, “At evening-tide it shall be light.” The archers
have of late shot sorely at me and grieved me. _Job_’s friends were
his greatest trials, when GOD’s hand pressed his body sore. So it hath
been with me. But if we are brought out when tried like gold, we shall
only lose our dross. O that this may be my happy case! LORD, I believe;
help thou my unbelief! Blessed be his name for a little revival in
my bondage! For these three weeks past, I have been enabled to preach
four or five times. Not once without a special blessing. Join with me
in crying, Grace, grace! But my body still continues weak. O blessed
prospect of its being glorified by and by! Come, LORD JESUS, come
quickly! Continue to pray for me. Remember me most heartily to all, as
being, dear Mrs. _W――――_,
Their and your most ready servant for CHRIST’s sake,
_G. W._