_To Mr. H―――― H――――, in Wales._
_Philadelphia, Nov. 9, 1740._
_My very dear Brother H――――_,
I Wrote to you from _Boston_. Your letter, written near a twelvemonth
ago, came to my hand this afternoon. My soul is knit to you: we both
speak and think the same things. The LORD be with your spirit. JESUS
manifests forth his glory daily in these parts. Though I am such a
vile, worthless, ungrateful wretch, yet the LORD fills me out of his
divine fulness day by day. His word is like a fire, and a hammer: last
week I saw many quite struck down. Our LORD is working upon little
children. _America_, ere long, will be famous for christians. Surely
the candlestick will shortly be removed from _England_. Little did I
think, when Mr. _E―――― J――――_ wrote, that I should preach in all the
chief places of _America_: but that is now done; glory be to rich,
free, and sovereign grace! Perhaps about Spring I may embark for my
native country: the LORD vouchsafe us a happy meeting. O _Wales_, thou
art dear to my soul! My love to all the brethren. Dear brother _H――――_,
I pray GOD you may prosper, even as your soul prospers. Expect another
journal shortly: but wait till we come to glory, fully to see and hear
what GOD hath done for
Your affectionate brother and servant in CHRIST,
_G. W._