_To Mr. M――――, at Cambuslang._
_Edinburgh, Sept. 15, 1742._
_Rev. and dear Brother_,
YOUR kind letter I received this morning. I wonder you can love me,
for I feel myself more unworthy every day; and yet, dear Sir, the
King of Kings still delights to honour me. At _Cumbernauld_, and
_Torphichen_, the LORD was with me. I was much led to discourse upon
walking with GOD, and had a sweet opening upon those words, “And
_Enoch_ walked with GOD, &c.” Since I have been at _Edinburgh_, the
LORD has much blessed me, and given me some fresh teachings from his
blessed spirit. I believe hundreds are fed day by day. O dear Sir,
help me to adore free grace. May GOD reward you for all kindnesses
shewn to me and mine! Indeed, dear Sir, I have scarce patience with
myself. I can do so little in the day for GOD, that when I go to bed
at night, I am quite ashamed. I trust I shall begin to do something
now. Dear Sir, help me, help me by your prayers, that I may stir up
the gift of GOD that is in me. I shall not easily forget you; fear
not, the LORD will yet be with you. I have sent to Messrs. _O――――_
and _L――――_. I fear I cannot reach either of their places; but, GOD
willing, I purpose to come home once more to _Cambuslang_, and then
must take a long, long farewel. Blessed be GOD, we shall meet by
and by, never to part any more. Then, dear Sir, our warfare will be
accomplished, and the archers will shoot at us no more. My soul glows
with love whilst I am writing. Sometimes I am enabled to look within
the veil, and to take a view of the promised land. I am nothing, but
CHRIST is my all. For the present, adieu! Dear Sir, adieu! My love to
_Robert_, surnamed _Nathaniel_. All with me dearly love him. O join
with him in praying, and giving thanks for us, especially, dear Mr.
_M――――_, for
Your weak, unworthy, though happy brother
and servant in JESUS CHRIST,
_G. W._