LETTER DCCI.
To Mr. R.
My dear Friend, Topcliff, Nov. 1, 1748.
HERE, with thankfulness of heart, will I set up my Ebenezer; for hitherto assuredly hath the Lord helped me. We reached Fetton on Saturday night. There being no public worship on the Lord's-day, I came on to Morpeth to worship there; got to Ferry-hill on Monday evening, and to-night am writing at Topcliff. Though I do not preach, yet I hope I am preparing for it. Reading, prayer, and meditation are three necessary ingredients. Riding, and getting proper rest, have recruited me; but I am apt to believe I have strained myself inwardly. I feel sensible pain in my breath.—But no matter; it is for a good master, who bore inexpressible pain for me.
O Lord, enlarge my scanty thought,
To see the wonders thou hast wrought;
Unloose my stammering tongue to tell,
Thy love immense, unsearchable.
I could write much, but my body calls for rest. My very dear Sir, good night. May the Lord of all lords reward you, and my other dear honoured friends, a thousand-fold. I intend writing to more very soon. In the mean while, pray present my sincerest respect and thanks to all. Inclosed you have Mr. M's letter and my answer. Be pleased to shew what Mr. M and Mr. writes, and let them tell you how the affair between them was. I know you will act as a peace-maker. That the God of peace and love may dwell and rule in your dear heart, is the earnest prayer of, my very dear friend,
Yours, &c.
G. W.
