_To Mr. P――――e._
_Bethesda, February 3, 1765._
_My dear Mr. P――――e_,
YOUR kind letter lies by me. Love unfeigned constrains me to answer it.
We have just been wishing that some of our _London_ friends were here.
We have love feasts every day. Nothing but peace and plenty reign in
_Bethesda_, this house of mercy. GOD be praised, for making the chapel
such a _Bethel_. I believe it will yet be a gate of heaven to many
souls. Whether we live or die, we shall see greater things. Remember,
my dear friend, to ask something worthy of a GOD to give. Be content
with nothing short of himself. His presence alone, can fill and satisfy
the renewed soul. Trials only empty the heart, and thereby make way
for further communications from above. Seed time and harvest, summer
and winter, will always succeed each other here. Do you not find it so,
dear Mr. and Mrs. _A――――r_, as well as your friend Mr. _P――――e_? Though
you do not write, I will venture to answer for you――Yes.――Well, then
let us go on, till we enter into our eternal summer, our uninterrupted
harvest. Haste we, haste we; the LORD is at hand! Pray that my tardy
pace may be quickened; get all enquiring friends to join with you; and
believe me to be, my dear Mr. _P――――e_,
Yours, &c. in our sympathizing LORD,
_G. W._