_London, August 26, 1767._
_My dear Sir_,
MR. ―――― hath just now been with me, and shewed me your letter,
expecting also a sight of mine. But my letters are brought late,
and to-morrow I go to preach at Lady _F――――y S――――y_’s. I therefore,
though quite ill, must send you a few lines now. Go to JESUS; learn to
pray of the threatened apostles, _viz._ “And now, LORD, behold their
threatenings, &c. &c.” I am afraid they will only threaten. If an
expulsion should be permitted, it will take place, I believe, only for
a little time, and soon be repented of. Thousands of prayers were put
up for you last _Monday_, at tabernacle letter-day. The verses were
these:
Give him thy strength, O GOD of pow’r,
Then let men rage and devils roar;
Thy faithful witness he shall be;
’Tis fix’d, he can do all through Thee.
Adieu.――
Ever yours, &c.
_G. W._