Dear Miss, whilst I am writing, the love of Jesus fills my soul. I have been talking to night of his love to poor sinners. O that his spirit may break afresh upon your soul when you are reading this! I must now commend you to the Redeemer's care. In the world you shall have tribulation; be not afraid, Jesus hath overcome the world.—I have many letters before me unread; but I could not help writing this long one to you. Accept it as a token of unfeigned regard for the good of your precious soul, and depend on the prayers of, dear Miss
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Your most affectionate friend and servant in Christ, G. W.
LETTER CCCCI. To the Reverend Mr. C.
London, March 4, 1742.
My dear Friend and Brother,
I Remember my promise. You are to be one of my close correspondents. I am unworthy to write to any; but love, the love of Jesus will constrain me frequently to write to you. I hope you are not offended, because you did not see me in Bath again. The glorious Emmanuel pointed out my way hither. Since I came (O amazing goodness!) he has been wonderfully kind to me, and to his people. I am much assisted daily, in preaching to poor Sinners the unsearchable riches of Christ. Life and power fly all around, and the Redeemer is getting himself the victory daily in many hearts. Letters from abroad give me glorious accounts. In New-England, the work goes on amazingly. In Scotland, the awakening is greater and greater. The spirit of God has been striving among the little orphans in Georgia, and in Carolina I hear that twelve negroes belonging to a planter, converted at the Orphan-house, are savingly brought home to Jesus Christ. Indeed the Lord is about to do great things. "Blessed are the eyes that see the things which we see; blessed are the ears that hear the things that we hear;" blessed are those that the Lord employs as his own children, to bring about his great designs. O that my dear Mr. C may be made a flaming fire, and a spiritual father to thou-
