_To the Right Honourable the Earl of L――――._
_Bristol, Nov. 24, 1741._
_My Lord_,
MY heart longs to send you another letter. I wish, above all things,
that your soul may prosper. I had an extraordinary power given me to
pray for you lately in _Wales_. GOD gave me to wrestle, and I think an
assurance that I should prevail. I am looking out for an answer. Your
Lordship’s next letter, I hope, will afford me matter for rejoicing in
your behalf. Your Lordship is now entered on the field of battle: you
are engaged in a cruel, but a glorious warfare. Go on; though faint,
yet still pursue: _nil desperandum, Christo duce, auspice Christo_. My
prayer for your Lordship is this:
_Give him a will, give him the pow’r,
Still equal to the war;
Great Captain of Salvation, thou
Thy trembling soldier chear!_
O, my Lord, it is a blessed thing to fight the Redeemer’s battles: I
find he makes us more than conquerors through his love. I still enjoy
much of the divine presence, and hope I pass from glory to glory daily.
I preach here at six in the morning, and also in the evening. GOD
causes his goodness to pass before us. In a week I hope to set out
for _London_. Be pleased to direct your next thither. The lords have
returned my appeal. At present, a hook is put in the leviathan’s nose.
“When a man’s ways please the LORD, he maketh his enemies to be at
peace with him.” I hope your Lady prospers both in body and soul.
My own, and dear fellow-travellers most humble respects and prayers
attend your whole houshold. I am, with great affection, my Lord,
Your Lordship’s most obedient humble servant,
_G. W._