long." I hope you do not startle at the thoughts of death. Believe in Christ. Get a saving interest in his blood, and then you may cry out, "O death, where is thy sting! O grave, where is thy victory?" Blessed be God, the prospect of death is pleasing to my soul. I would not live here always: I want to be gone. That you and I, whenever our appointed time is come, may live with Christ, is the earnest prayer of, madam,
Your obliged friend and servant in Christ,
G. W.
LETTER CCXLIX.
Dear Mrs. T. On board the Minerva, Feb. 12, 1741.
MUST I pray for you in the language of Martha and Mary, saying, "Lord, she whom thou lovest is sick!" Or hath he who touched Peter's wife's mother, rebuked the illness that was coming upon you, when I saw you last, and caused it to leave you? But, however the Lord has dealt with you, I hope he hath been glorified in and by you. I heard he had by his word and spirit spoken to your soul, and given you satisfaction, that he had loved you with an everlasting love. I rejoice in it from my soul. The Lord increase your comforts daily, and shew you all his glory. Dear Mrs. T, think often of your departed sister. Follow her as she did Christ; and then shortly, where she is you shall be also. O the happiness she now enjoys! It is too dazzling for mortal eyes. I want to leap my seventy years, and fly away to God. Well, it will not be long. Dear Mrs. T, let us patiently tarry till our change come. Our Lord will carry us safe through time, and waft us triumphantly into eternity. The love of Christ constrained me to write these lines; accept them for his sake, from
Your affectionate friend and servant in Christ,
G. W.
