LETTER CLXXVIII.

_To Mr. S――――._

_Willingtown, (Pensylvania) April 14, 1740._

READ where I am, and judge whether or not I am a stranger and

pilgrim upon earth. Yesterday, after a short passage of ten days,

did GOD bring us from _Georgia_ to _New-Castle_: there I preached

twice. To-day I shall preach here, and in the evening hope to reach

_Philadelphia_. People are much alarmed already; and great things,

I find, GOD has been pleased to do, by what he enabled me to deliver

when last here. Two ministers have been convinced of their formal

state, notwithstanding they held and preached the doctrines of grace.

One plainly told the congregation he had been deceiving himself and

them, and could not preach any more, but desired the people to pray

with him. Another is as a flame of fire, and hath been much owned of

GOD. An opposer reading my sermon, in order to convince them I did

not preach as Mr. _T――――_, was much disappointed; for power went along

with the sermon, GOD’s spirit fell on the people, and formal opposers

went affrighted away. It is unknown what a glorious stir here is in

the province. Many, very many, I believe, of late have been brought

savingly to believe on the LORD JESUS. The work much increases, and

here is employment for many months: but I must return shortly to

_Savannah_. A primitive spirit revives; and many, I hope, will be

brought to live stedfast in the apostles doctrine, in fellowship, and

breaking of bread, and in prayer. Perhaps dear Mr. _S――――_ may be one

of them. Pray how does that young man do? Is he deeply humbled, and

closely united to the dear LORD JESUS? Does he feel himself a poor

sinner, and daily experience the outgoing and incoming of the blessed

spirit in the sanctuary of his heart? Blessed be GOD, I do: even

whilst I am writing I feel his power. I am persuaded I shall be more

than conqueror over every evil, through my Redeemer’s love. Oh! my

dear friend, keep close to the dear LORD JESUS! Do not go without his

leading, and then you are safe, though in the midst of devils. Adieu.

Ever, ever yours,

_G. W._

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