upon the cross to save me. I believe he will deliver me out of all; and if I die for him, so that I am not suffered to deny him, it will exceedingly please, honoured Madam,
Your Ladyship's most obliged humble servant,
G. W.
LETTER DCC. To the Same.
Honoured Madam, Topcliff, Nov. 1, 1748.
THUS far has a gracious and good God brought me in my way to London, which I hope to reach some time next week. Your Ladyship may expect to see me the next day I come to town. Thanks be to the Lord of all Lords for directing my way to Scotland. I have reason to believe some have been awakened, and many, many quickened and comforted. My old friends are more solidly so than ever, and a foundation I trust has been laid for doing much good, if ever the Lord should call me thither again. Two synods and one presbytery brought me upon the carpet; but all has worked for good. The more I was blackened, the more the Redeemer comforted me. I desire to cry, Grace! grace!
The love of Christ doth me constrain,
To seek the wandering souls of men;
With cries, entreaties, tears, to save,
And snatch them from the gaping grave.
For this let men revile my name,
No cross I'd shun, I'd fear no shame;
All hail reproach, and welcome pain,
Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain.
At present I add no more, but my most dutiful respects to your Ladyship, and with hearty prayers for your temporal and eternal welfare, I beg leave to subscribe myself,
Your Ladyship's most obliged humble servant,
G. W.
