_To Mr. C――――._
_London, Nov. 20, 1742._
_My dear Brother C――――_,
I Catch a few moments to give you an account of my agency. Your letter
I sent to the Bishop of _Bangor_, inclosed in one from myself. His
answer you have transcribed in this. That he might not be imposed
upon by the Chancellor’s representing of things, I last night sent
his Lordship another long letter, with that which you wrote to dear
brother _H――――_ some time ago. As the Bishop seems to be a man of
a moderate spirit, I trust this storm will blow over. In the mean
while, let us wait upon the LORD, commit the cause into his hands who
judgeth righteously, and pray, that we may be “as wise as serpents,
and harmless as doves.” Glad shall I be to serve you, my dear brother,
in this, or any other affair, for advancing our glorious Mediator’s
kingdom. Let this be our comfort, the gates of hell shall never be
able to prevail against it. Let us go on then, and never fear what men
or devils can say of, or do unto us. I suppose this is the language of
your heart,
_The love of CHRIST doth me constrain
To seek the wand’ring souls of men:
All hail reproach, and welcome pain,
Only thy terrors, LORD, restrain._
And if so, surely the spirit of CHRIST and of glory will rest upon
you. Our dear brother _C――――_ is sadly used in _Wiltshire_. The
compassionate Redeemer of souls pities my weakness, and suffers very
little disturbance to be made. We have sweet times, and, vile as I am,
JESUS is pleased to keep me near him. I hope this will find your dear
soul sitting under his shadow with great delight. I know you not in
the flesh, but hope to see you before I embark. Letters call me loudly
to _Georgia_. My dear family are returned to their _Bethesda_ in
safety. O help me, my dear brother, to praise the LORD. Salute all the
brethren in behalf of
Yours most affectionately, &c.
_G. W._