This is the advice I give you. I know you will pray that I may take it myself. For I find, that sufficient for every day is the evil thereof. But the Lord causes me to renew my strength, and blessed be his name, enables me to go on my
way rejoicing. In London we have had a blessed Winter. In the country we have seen a Spring time. Hither I came last night, and have preached twice since my coming. Thus I live a moving life. O that I may be a pilgrim indeed, and desire no continuing city till I come to the New Jerusalem, which is above, and the mother of us all. There, all that are born of God, whether Mysticks, Calvinists, &c. shall join in one common song, even the song of Moses and of the Lamb. Your hymn, for which I thank you, is a preparative for this. I sent it to good Lady Hn, who has been ill, but is now, I hope, recovered. Pray write to me often. Sorrows grow less, and joys greater, by being communicated. Load me as much as you will with all your grievances, and I will lay them before Him, who came to bear our sicknesses, and heal our infirmities. Pray what is become of Mr. S? Will he preach, now he is sure of something in hand? But alas! the disease is in the heart. When the love of God reigns there, then and not till then will the love and fear of the world flee away. Blessed freedom, wherewith Jesus Christ makes his servants free! Remember me when at his footstool, and write long and often to, reverend and dear Sir,
Your's, &c. G. W.
LETTER DCCCXXII. To Mr. F.
My dear Mr. F, Plymouth, Feb. 26, 1750.
EVER since I received your last kind letter, I have been endeavouring to redeem some time to answer it, but till now have not had opportunity. Indeed even now a multiplicity of business obliges me to be much more brief than otherwise I should. However, I cannot help informing you, that I am glad that the gentlemen of Philadelphia are exerting their efforts to erect an academy. I have often thought such an institution was wanted exceedingly; and if well-conducted, am
