_To Mr. T―――― A――――ms._
_London, May 18, 1769._
_My very dear old Friend_,
ON _Monday_ evening we reached _Letchlade_, on _Tuesday_ _Maidenhead_,
on _Wednesday_ about noon, through infinite mercy, we got safe to town.
_Ebenezer, Ebenezer!_ My cold is about the same as when we parted. But
who knows what the Father of mercies may do for less than the least
of all his children, by next Lord’s-day morning? Perhaps we may be
favoured with another _Rodborough_ pentecost. Never was that place so
endeared to me, as at this last visit. Old friends, old gospel wine,
and the great Governor ordering to fill to the brim!
_O to grace what mighty debtors!_ &c. &c.
I suppose you will sing that hymn soon; and if we should die in singing
it? What then? Why then, welcome, welcome eternity! GOD bless you
all! Yesterday I saw your sister _J――――s_ comforted under her trial. I
see, whether married or single, thorns in the flesh we must have. But
CHRIST’s grace will be sufficient for us. _Hallelujah! Hallelujah!_
Brethren, pray for us. Cordial respects to Mrs. _A――――s_; I think her
name is _Phebe_. I hope to send a few lines to Mrs. _R――――s_ and Mrs.
_H――――r_ very soon; in the mean while entreat them, and all like-minded,
to accept most grateful acknowledgments, and most cordial respects, and
be assured of being always remembered in the poor prayers of, my very
dear _Tommy_,
Less than the least of all,
_G. W._