_To Mr. Wm. G――――._
_On board the Minerva, Feb. 8, 1741. in latitude 35, 24 N._
_My dear brother_,
SEE how soon I write to you, and from thence infer how I love you.
Whether it proceeds from the pride and naughtiness of my heart, I
cannot tell; but, I frankly confess, I love to see persons humble,
kind, and courteous to those, whom GOD hath made their spiritual
fathers. I believe it is well pleasing to GOD, and very amiable in
the sight of all good men. Your christian grateful behaviour to me in
this respect, hath much endeared you to me. GOD only knows how I love
you. I bear you upon my heart, and often secretly sigh out before the
LORD,――“O let my dear brother _G――――_ live before thee.” This is the
desire of my soul for you. I cannot wish you a better thing. Yet a
little while, and we shall be together again. But, before that time,
I expect to suffer great things. The LORD is able to deliver me out of
all. I have just now experienced his divine assistance in composing a
sermon. This is the _sixth_ which he has enabled me to finish, since
I have been on board. O my dear brother, love a precious CHRIST, and
shew it by adorning his gospel in all things. He has highly favoured
you, indeed he hath. If you and I are not eminently holy, if you and
I think any thing too much to be done for the LORD, we are of all men
the most ungrateful. O the love of CHRIST! I feel it, I feel it. GOD
now sheds it abroad in my heart. May it abundantly also be shed on
you by the Holy Ghost. Write to me if in prison, my friends will bring
it to me there. GOD will hear me for you even in a dungeon. Methinks
I see you weep; but weep not for me, unless it be before the LORD,
and then I care not how soon you retire, and pour out your prayers in
behalf of, dear Mr. _G――――_,
Your affectionate friend, brother and servant,
_G. W._