_To Mr. R―――― K――――n._
_Plymouth, December 5, 1762._
_My dear steady Friend_,
I MUST not be out of town, without sending my dear Mr. _K――――n_ a
few loving lines. Blessed be GOD for a few steady friends! they are
rarities even in the church of GOD. But the church is in a wilderness;
ere long it will be in _Canaan_. No briars or thorns there. All glory
be to Him who hath prepared such a rest for the purchase of his blood.
Amen. _Hallelujah!_ You will be glad to hear, that both here and at
_Bristol_, souls are under real awakenings. Though I preach in much
weakness, an infinitely condescending JESUS vouchsafes to come down
in glorious gales of his blessed Spirit. This is all in all. But these
are only streams. Ere long we shall drink at the fountain head. Do you
not long to leap your seventy years? Blessed be GOD, we are nearer and
nearer. Fly, fly, O time! welcome, welcome long wished for eternity!
But I must not enlarge. We are going to the LORD’s table. Adieu! Hearty
love awaits your whole self. In heaven I will thank you for all favours
conferred upon, my dear friend,
Yours in the Friend of sinners,
_G. W._