_To Mrs. Whitefield._
_Edinburgh, July 7, 1742._
_My dear Love_,
SINCE I wrote the last, I have seen such things as I never beheld
before. Yesterday morning I preached at _Glasgow_ to a very large
congregation. At noon I came to _Cambuslang_, the place which GOD hath
so much honoured. I preached at two, to a vast body of people, and
at six in the evening, and again at nine at night. Such a commotion
surely never was heard of, especially at eleven at night. It far
out-did all that I ever saw in _America_. For about an hour and a
half there was such weeping, so many falling into deep distress, and
expressing it various ways, as is inexpressible. The people seem to
be slain by scores. They are carried off, and come into the house
like soldiers wounded in, and carried off a field of battle. Their
cries and agonies are exceedingly affecting. Mr. _M――――_ preached
after I had ended, till past one in the morning, and then could scarce
persuade them to depart. All night in the fields, might be heard
the voice of prayer and praise. Some young ladies were found by a
gentlewoman praising GOD at break of day. She went and joined with
them. The LORD is indeed much with me. I have preached twice to-day
already, and am to preach twice, perhaps three times more. The
commotions increase. To-morrow, and on sabbath-day, I shall preach at
_Calder_; on _Monday_, here again; and on _Tuesday_ at _Kilsyth_, and
then, GOD willing, at _Glasgow_. I am persuaded the work will spread
more and more. My kindest respects to all. Accept of the same from, my
dear love,
Yours, &c.
_G. W._