_To Mr. J. B――――, Charles-Town._
_On board the Minerva, Feb. 17, 1741._
_Dear Mr. B――――_,
I Think I owe you a letter; I believe you love me in the bowels of
JESUS CHRIST. I hope our love is reciprocal. How can it be otherwise
with those, who have drank of the same spirit? I long for that happy
time, when we shall be swallowed up in the vision and full fruition of
the glorious Godhead. The bunch of grapes makes me long to eat of the
full clusters in the heavenly Canaan. The first-fruits make me pant
after the full harvest. Perhaps you may go and partake of it first,
and drink new wine before me in the kingdom of our Father; I hope I
shall not stay long after you, if not called before. My soul is sick
of love. Nothing can satisfy it, but the full sight and enjoyment of
CHRIST. He now visits my soul, and causes it mightily to rejoice in
his salvation. How lovingly he hath dealt with me in other respects,
letters sent to other friends can best inform you. Haste, read, hear,
and join with them in giving thanks and praying for
Your affectionate friend and brother and servant in CHRIST,
_G. W._