_London, July 25, 1739._
_Dear Sir_,
NOT a want of love, but of time, has obliged me to shorten my late
letters. Had I an hundred hands I could employ them all. The harvest
is very great. I am ashamed I can do no more for him, who hath done
so much for me; not by way of retaliation, but gratitude. Fain would
I love my master, and will not go from him; his service is perfect
freedom; his yoke is easy, his burden light. Still he is pleased to
shew us greater things. Every day affords fresh instances of the power
of his word. I am now about to attack satan in one of his strong-holds,
if I perish.――To-night I preach, GOD willing, where an horse-race
is to be. I find my Master strengthens me for the work. O, dear Sir,
pray for me, that my faith fail not, and that my zeal be tempered with
knowledge. Our brother ―――― will prove an agreeable correspondent.
If business prevents my writing, he will inform you what happens from
time to time to, dear Sir,
Your most affectionate in CHRIST JESUS,
_G. W._