_To Mr. H._
_London, Sept. 28, 1737._
_My Dear Friend_,
I Thank you for your last kind letter and kinder wishes. May they be
turned into prayers, and heard at the throne of grace. Blessed be GOD
for your new correspondence with our _Oxford_ friends. I hope you will
be instrumental to build each other up in the knowledge and fear of
our LORD and SAVIOUR JESUS CHRIST. GOD still works powerfully here.
People flock more than ever, and shew the sincerity of their hearts
by giving liberally to the poor. I have preached four charity sermons
within this little while, and the collections were larger than ever
were known. Not unto me, O LORD, not unto me; but unto thy Name be the
glory and praise thereof! I am glad, since ♦it’s the divine will, that
my brother is coming up, though my ability as to temporals you know is
small. But I have an all-sufficient GOD to apply to in all emergencies.
I am sorry ♠for my brother’s loss; but I fear he must have greater,
before he is awakened out of his spiritual lethargy. GOD sanctify
all his dispensations to him. I know not why we go not to _Georgia_;
but there is no likelihood of it yet, as I see. Friends universally
dissuade me from going by myself; but I hope it will not be long now,
before we shall launch into the deep. To-night I preach again at _Bow_
church, before the religious societies. GOD opens my heart to compose
freely. O praise him, dear Mr. _H._ for this and all his other mercies,
conferred on, Dear Sir,
Your and Mrs. _H._’s affectionate friend,
_G. W._
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♠ removed duplicate ‘for’