LETTER XIX.

_To the Same._

_Oxon, Nov. 5, 1736._

_Dearest Sir_,

HEREWITH I have sent you seven pounds to pay for Mr. _Henry_’s

Commentary. Dear Esqr. _Thorold_ lately made me a present of ten

guineas, so that now (for ever blessed be the divine goodness) I

can send you more than I thought for. In time, I hope to pay the

apothecary’s bill. If I forget your favours, I shall also forget my

GOD. Say nothing of your receiving this money, only give thanks, give

hearty thanks to our good and gracious GOD for his infinite, unmerited

mercy to me, the vilest of the sons of men. Oh, dear Sir, may such

instances of free grace strengthen your faith, and make you put your

sole trust and confidence in the LORD your GOD. For he hath said,

_I will never leave thee nor forsake thee_. Have not you experienced

his loving kindness and mercy, in supporting you under your sickness?

Methinks I feel you have. May you experience it more and more! Did

not CHRIST give you the meeting last _Sunday_? I hope he did, nay I am

sure he did, if our hearts were duly prepared by faith and repentance

to receive him; but without an entire resignation of ourselves to GOD,

and a thorough renunciation of all worldly and corrupt affections,

all GOD’s ordinances will profit nothing. Your reverend brother’s kind

letter I hope to answer soon, and to send him also a small parcel of

books. The good LORD sanctify them to his own glory, and the good of

souls. I find dear Mr. _Pauncefoot_ is still afflicted, but bid him be

of good cheer. In his latter end he may yet greatly increase. When we

are weak, then are we strong. There is hope concerning his legacy. Let

us in the mean while continue instant in prayer in behalf of this our

dear and worthy friend. Good man! salute him kindly in my name. Beg

his prayers for my unworthy self, and tell him I will write as soon as

possible. The gospel flourishes at _Oxon_. Our society here, blessed

be GOD, goes on well. I received the papers and thank you. How does

dear Mrs. _H._? The divine blessing rest on you both. My prayer night

and day is, that you may be saved. Salute all friends by name. From

Dearest Sir,

Your unworthy friend and humble servant,

_G. W._

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