_To the Reverend Mr. T――――._
_Edinburgh, March 26, 1763._
_My dear Friend_,
WHY not see each other once more? Perhaps, after my return from
_Glasgow_, I may be here a fortnight. My poor tabernacle is so far
restored, as to mount the gospel throne once a day. Perhaps the sea
air may brace me up a little more: but after all, it is only like the
glimmering of a candle before it goes out. Death will light it up in a
better world. Work on, my dear son, work on. The night cometh when no
man can work. O that I had done more for the blessed JESUS! O that I
could think more of what he hath done for me! Never mind being counted
singular. O that you may be more and more vile every day! Happy they
that are safe landed!
――――――――And happy, happy we,
Who soon their company shall see!
It is but _for a little indeed_. Come, LORD JESUS, come quickly! I know
you will heartily say, _Amen_. Cordial respects await Mrs. _T――――_. The
_Edinburgh_ prescriptions were the most blessed to me. My spirits are
much brisker than when here last. Grace! grace! O to lie low! Adieu, my
dear friend.
Yours, &c. &c. &c. in our common LORD,
_G. W._