to hear that our dear friends have got safe thither. O what reason have I to be thankful! Help me still, my dear Mr.
T, to praise the Lord. I hope to be with you next week. In the mean time pray for, and if leisure permit, drop a line to, dear Mr. T,
Ever yours, &c. G. W.
LETTER CCCCLXVI. To Mr. J T, in Edinburgh.
Dear Mr. T, London, Nov. 6, 1742.
ABOUT five this evening, our ever blessed Jesus brought us hither, and gave us a happy meeting with our dear friends. How good is Jesus to the chief of sinners! He solaced my soul all the way, and gave his angels charge concerning us, otherwise we must have been frequently hurt in our ways: but he heard the prayers of his people. I am persuaded he gave them a spirit of supplication in our behalf. I felt it, I feel it now, and long to preach again. My dear friend, remember us in the dearest manner to all. I hope to write to several on Monday next. How sweet is rest after fatigue! How sweet will heaven be, when our journey is ended. Forgive the brevity of this.
Ever yours, G. W.
LETTER CCCCLXVII. To Mr. J H, at Bethesda.
London, Nov. 12, 1742.
My dearest Friend and Brother in a crucified Jesus,
HOW do I long to come over to see you, and the rest of my dear family? How do I long to hear how it is with your dear souls, and that you are returned to Bethesda in safety! The cloud seems now to be moving toward America. I trust I shall be with you in a few months. Wonderful great things did the Lord perform for me and his people in Scotland. The concern expressed at my departure, was really unspeakable. O my dear, my very dear brother, the love of God to such an unworthy wretch quite amazes me. I rode
