_To Mr. C――――._
_London, Nov. 20, 1742._
_My very dear Brother_,
THE first part of your letter did not surprize me at all, though it
made me look up to the LORD for you. I believed you would be down in
the valley of humiliation soon; but fear not, it is only that you may
be exalted the more. I trust, this will find you mounting on wings
like an eagle, walking, yet not weary; running, yet not faint. GOD
has, does, and will remarkably appear for you. Doubtless, you are his
servant and minister. He therefore that touches you, touches the apple
of GOD’s eye. Poor _Wiltshire_ people! I pity them. If I knew their
Bishop, I would apply to him on their behalf. I wrote to the Bishop
of _Bangor_ for our brethren in _Wales_, and have received a very
favourable answer. The wrath of man shall turn to GOD’s praise, and
the remainder of it he will restrain. How wonderfully has he appeared
in all ages for his church and people! My dear family abroad has
been marvellously preserved. Blessed be GOD, they are returned to
_Bethesda_ in peace. We have sweet seasons daily, and I am carried
in the arms of love. My Master careth for me, and seems to order my
goings in his way. O help me to praise him. I think you are never
forgotten by, my dear _C――――_,
Your most affectionate brother and servant,
_G. W._