LETTER XCIX.

_To the Rev. Mr. D. W._

_Philadelphia, Nov. 10, 1739._

_Reverend and dear Sir_,

I Love you, though I have been so ungrateful as not to write to you.

I love you in the bowels of our common Master whose name we bear, and

in whose glorious service we are both employed. Oh, dear Sir, what are

we that we should be so highly favoured! Why are we honoured? Why are

we called to the ministry, and others that are effectually called by

grace, yet advanced no higher than private christians? I can only cry

out, Oh the depth of GOD’s sovereign, electing, unmerited love. Even

so Father, for so it seemed good in thy sight! Surely, dear Sir, the

love of CHRIST must constrain us to spend and be spent for the good of

souls. Never was the harvest greater; never were the labourers fewer.

If we do not now lift up our voices like trumpets, the very stones

would cry out against us. I could almost say, “the glory is departed

from _Israel_; the ark of the LORD is fallen into enemies hands.”

Oh let us endeavour, dear Sir, let us endeavour to bring it back, by

preaching and living the truth as it is in JESUS. The light that has

been given us, is not to be put under a bushel, but on a candlestick.

Satan, indeed, by blasts of persecution, will do all he can to put it

out. If our light be the light of CHRIST, those blasts will only cause

it to shine the brighter. You have happily, dear Sir, experienced this.

You, I believe, was both in CHRIST and in the ministry before me. I

præ, sequar, etsi non passibus equis. The devil and all his hosts will

set their battle in array against us. My LORD has given me a sling

and a stone; stripling as I am, I will go forth then in his strength,

make mention of his righteousness only, and by that lay prostrate the

strong _Goliahs_. By your prayers I trust to be sent to _Wales_ once

more. The simplicity of that people much delights me. What shall, what

can I do for them? My prayers they have, and whatever GOD shall enable

me to do, they may demand a share from, dear Sir,

Your affectionate friend, brother, and servant,

_G. W._

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