_To my Brother._
_Philadelphia, Nov. 10, 1739._
THOUGH I have wrote now for some years to my dear brother, and have
availed nothing, yet I cannot cease striving with him; who knows but
at length the Almighty may remove the scales from his eyes, and enable
him to see the want of a Redeemer. Indeed, my dear brother, you do not
see it yet, because you do not feel it; your moral honesty and good
nature deceives you. You think you are rich, and increased in goods,
and do not consider that you are poor and miserable, blind and naked.
You are self-righteous, and do not rely on the righteousness of the
God-Man, CHRIST JESUS, for salvation. What would I give was my dear
brother convinced of this? For, till he is convinced, he is miserable,
and does not know it. I pray GOD to open your eyes with a sense of
his love. Send me a line to _Georgia_. GOD has sent us a comfortable
passage. In about a twelvemonth I expect to return. Be not surprised
if you hear of my being more cast out. We must suffer, as well as do,
for CHRIST. If you are one of his you will rejoice
Your affectionate brother,
_G. W._