_To Brother T――――, in London._
_Glasgow, September 4, 1742._
_My dear Brother_,
I Hope this letter will find you, where your last left you, at the
feet of the meek and lowly JESUS. My dear brother, it is a delightful
situation: _Mary_ found it so. O true poverty of spirit, what a rare,
yet what a precious thing it is! The foundation of it, is a deep,
abiding knowledge of the corruption of the heart, and its desperate
wickedness. I find more and more the necessity of leaning upon my
beloved, whilst travelling through the wilderness of this world.
I find I am yet but learning in the school of CHRIST, and scarce
know any thing as I ought to know. I often blush at a sense of my
unfruitfulness, ingratitude, &c. and yet am made continually to
rejoice in his great salvation. My brother, press on and faint not;
though faint, yet still pursue. When your father and mother forsake
you, the LORD will take you up. I do not wonder at your father’s
opposition. His letter bespeaks him to be a man of a very bad spirit.
I thought proper to burn it. My brother, pray for him, and beg of
JESUS that you may behave with all meekness, humility and love.
I would enlarge, but time is short, and much of my dear Master’s
business is lying before me. For the present, adieu! My kind love
to all. May the LORD keep you unspotted from the world. You shall
overcome by the blood of the Lamb. We see wond’rous things here. Pray
and give thanks for
Your affectionate friend, and servant in CHRIST,
_G. W._