_To Mr. G―――― L――――._
_Charles-Town, July 18, 1740._
_Dear Brother L――――_,
GOD will work, and who shall hinder? The sacrament hath been refused
to me, and I have appeared thrice in open court, before the commissary
and some of his clergy; but our LORD rides on, from conquering
to conquer. Many, I believe, are really pricked to the heart. The
commissary’s detaining me here, has much tended to the furtherance of
the gospel. I put in my exceptions against his sitting as my judge,
and they were repelled; so that I have appealed home, and all other
proceedings here are stopped. By this means I shall have liberty
to preach the gospel without further interruption, and my call to
_England_ will be more clear. The enclosed paper will shew you what
is doing in _Philadelphia_. Private letters received from thence last
night and this morning, have much refreshed my heart. Many souls are
flocking to the LORD JESUS. I need not exhort you to praise the LORD.
You may advertise what paragraphs you think proper, only add that
_Philadelphia_ people are building a house for me to preach in, 106
feet long and 74 feet wide. The LORD is bringing mighty things to
pass. I am surprizingly strengthened to bear the heat and burden of
every day. My dear LORD never leaves nor forsakes me, but works by
my unworthy ministry more and more. O that I was humble! O that I
was a little, little child! I know not how soon I may be called to
_England_. The inhabitants here are wondrous kind. They attend morning
and evening most chearfully on my preaching. We often see the stately
steps of our dear LORD in his sanctuary. I am more than happy. I am
amazed at the divine goodness. LORD, I abhor myself in dust and ashes!
See the wonders of the LORD; help us to praise him. Excuse me to all
my dear friends. For this fortnight past I have not wrote a word of my
journal. My sermons, &c. are bought off exceedingly, northward. O pray
that an humble child-like spirit may be given to
Ever yours in CHRIST,
_G. W._