LETTER DCXXXII.
To the Reverend Mr. L.
Bath-Town, North-Carolina, Oct. 11, 1747.
Reverend and very dear Sir,
IT has given me much concern, that I could not comply with your kind invitation to Plymouth, but providence plainly pointed my course another way. God only knows what a cross it was to me, to leave dear New-England so soon. I hope death will not be so bitter to me, as was parting from my friends. Glad shall I be to be prayed thither again, before I see my native land. But future things belong to God. I would be just where he would have me, though it be in the uttermost parts of the earth. At present I am hunting after poor lost sinners in these ungospelized wilds. People are willing to hear, and blessed be the Lord of all lords, I am willing to preach. My body is yet weak. A little riding fatigues me; but he that has been, is, and I trust will be my strength, my support, and my guide even unto death. Dear Sir, continue to pray for me. I wish you much of the divine presence, and hope the Lord will yet make you a spiritual father to thousands. Be pleased to remember me in the kindest manner to dear Mr. F, and the whole circle of those reverend brethren, who dare confess Christ's work, and Christ's truths. I salute your whole large fire side, and am, reverend and dear Sir,
Yours, &c. G. W.
LETTER DCXXXIII. To Mr. P.
Bath-Town, Oct. 11, 1747.
Very dear Mr. P,
I Am ashamed to think that your short though exceeding sweet and kind letter, lies as yet unanswered. Want of health and of time, (assure yourself) not want of love, has been the cause of it. The searcher of hearts alone knows, what a cordial reverential respect I bear your honoured father and mother, yourself, and dear sister. I must not write much on
