_To the Rev. Mr. P――――._
_Upper Marlborough (Mary Land) Dec. 8, 1739_.
_Rev. and dear Sir_,
TILL now, I have neither had leisure nor freedom to answer your kind
letter. Blessed be GOD, who has opened the hearts of some of his
people at _New York_ to receive the word. May he enable you to water
what his own right hand hath planted, and grant to your labours a
divine increase! Indeed I wish you good luck in the name of the LORD.
I wish all his servants were prophets. Oh that he would be pleased
to send forth experimental labourers into his harvest:――for I fear
amongst you, as well as in other places, there are many who are
well versed in the doctrines of grace, having learned them at the
university, but notwithstanding are heart-hypocrites, and enemies
to the power of godliness.――_Dear Sir_, I use this freedom, because
I love simplicity. I confess I am but a child in grace, as well as
years. Pardon this freedom, for out of the fulness and sincerity of my
heart my pen writeth.――I thank your son and _dear Mr. S――――_ for what
they did on my account. Alas, I fear they think too highly of me. Oh
dear Sir, entreat the GOD of all grace to give me humility, so shall
success not prove my ruin. My most cordial respects and hearty thanks
attend dear _Mrs. P――――_, I pray GOD in all things to make her a
help meet for you――As fast as I can snatch a few moments from public
business, more _New York friends_ may expect to hear from me――A sense
of their favours is still upon my heart――I would willingly remember
them, whenever I go in and out before the LORD. Mr. _N――――_’s letter,
and my next journal, will acquaint you, how the LORD JESUS has been
getting himself the victory, since I left _New York_――There has been
such little opposition, that I have been tempted almost to cry out,
“Satan, why sleepest thou?” But GOD pities my weakness. Oh, dear Sir,
thank him in my behalf, for indeed he deals most lovingly with, Rev.
Sir,
Your most unworthy brother and fellow-labourer,
_G. W._