_Bristol, July 31, 1739._
_My dear Brother_,
BLESSED be GOD for bringing you in safety home.――He is a GOD hearing
prayer. May he sanctify our meeting. I hope to see you here this week.
I shall set out for _Deal_ on _Monday_.――I long to hear how the soul
of my dear brother prospers.――I long to embrace you in these unworthy
arms.――Methinks I could now sing my nunc dimittis with pleasure, if my
eyes could see my dear brother’s salvation. I hope you have conversed
with Mr. _Wesley_. It will require some degree of boldness to own
either of us before men. GOD vouchsafes to honour us: No wonder our
names are cast out as evil.――Dear Mr. ――――, I hear, is staggered with
the fear of man.――Sister, I trust, is in a good way. When shall I see
you? Come, Oh come and warm my heart, by telling me what GOD hath done
for your soul. Eternity will be too short to praise him for what he
has done for
Your affectionate brother,
_G. W._