How many rich Priests will stand confounded, whilst the poor despised faithful Ministers of Christ shall enter, after all their tribulation, into the joy of their Lord. I tremble for the one, I rejoice in the foresight of the happiness of the other. May my latter end and future state (however I may be disposed of in the mean while) be like theirs! I know you will say, Amen. But what am I doing? I am robbing the poor of your time. Away to your work in the strength of God, and whilst you are feeding others, may the Lord Jesus feast your soul! My heartiest respects attend Mrs. D. She always shares in the petitions put up for you by, my very dear Sir,
Yours most affectionately in our common Lord, G. W.
LETTER DCCLIX. To Mr. I C.
Dear Jemmy, Carmarthen, June 5, 1749.
AS I have a peculiar love for you and your wife, I need not inform you that your letter, which gave me an account of her great illness, affected me much. I have not failed to remember her at the throne of grace, and I trust this will find her either relieved from her pain, or resigned to his will who orders all things well. Parting is hard to those who, like you two, have walked in love. But we can do all things through Jesus Christ strengthening us. She, when dead, will live for ever, and God will be to you better than seven wives. Pray salute the dear woman for me in the tenderest manner. O that she may be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might, and be enabled to say, "the cup which my father hath given me, shall I not drink it?" I sympathize with poor Mrs. N as well as you. God comfort and support you all. We must all be tried. I am still in suspense about my wife: but, what is best, (Glory be to God!) the gospel runs and is glorified! I have been enabled to preach fourteen times within these eight days, and the word has every where fallen with weight and power. Yesterday was a great day here indeed. This morning I am going toward Haverford-west, and am to be at Abergavenny to-morrow fortnight.
