_To Mr. R―――― K――――n._
_Boston, April 25, 1764._
_My very dear Mr. K――――n_,
YOU are a friend indeed. The Friend of sinners, the King of saints,
will bless and reward you for all your works of faith and unfeigned
labours of love. Nay, he will bless both you and your children. GOD
grant, that roots and branches may all increase with all the increase
of GOD. I find I can do but little for him, and by a late return of my
disorder, was in danger of doing less. But, blessed be his name, I am
recovered, and yesterday got upon my throne again. Words cannot well
express the eagerness of the people to hear. I was meditating an escape
to the southward last week; but _Boston_ people sent a gospel hue and
cry after me, and really brought me back. LORD JESUS, let it be for
thy glory, and thy people’s good! Blessed be his name for giving you so
much prudence in the management of the Chapel and Tabernacle affairs,
and for countenancing the ministerial labours at both ends of the town.
_The burning bush_ may still be our coat of arms. By a ship that will
soon be going for _London_, I purpose to write to you and dear Mr.
_H――――y_ more particularly. I have very little time allowed to write
this, lest the vessel should be gone. Adieu. Tender love to all. Ten
thousand thanks, and most affectionate love await all mentioned in your
last, and all who are so kind as to enquire after, and pray for, dear
Mr. _K――――n_,
Theirs, yours, &c. in our glorious _Emmanuel_,
_G. W._