The enclosed is from one of Mr. W's preachers. The contents I believe will please your Ladyship. Honoured Madam, what shall I say? The Redeemer's goodness quite amazes me. "Less than the least of all," shall be my motto still. With regret, I send your Ladyship Mr. H's too, too much embellished and extravagant character of ill and hell-deserving me. It came from Plymouth last post. Your Ladyship desired to see it, or otherwise I could not bear to send it. To me, O blessed Jesus, nothing belongs, but shame and confusion of face. O that praise as well as contempt may humble this proud heart of mine! Then I shall never be hurt by having the honour to subscribe myself, honoured Madam,
Your Ladyship's most dutiful, obliged, and very ready servant for Christ's sake, G. W.
LETTER DCCCLVII. To Mr. L.
Newcastle, Aug. 9, 1750.
My dear dying Friend,
THOUGH absent in body, yet I am present with you in spirit; and whilst you are in this tabernacle of clay, as our Lord enables, you shall not be forgotten before his throne. Ere long you will be called to sit upon it; Jesus himself will rise and take you in.—And why? He hath redeemed you unto God by his blood, and given you the first fruits of heaven already in your heart. Fear not therefore, my dear friend, to go through Jordan. The great High Priest stands ready to guide you, and will land you safe in Canaan. I præ, sequar.—Yet a little while, and my turn will come. In heaven we shall part no more. Till then, my dear dying friend, farewel! O that I may hear that you go off in triumph. But whether this be vouchsafed or not, I know you will die in peace. To the God of peace and love do I most earnestly commend you. Let this be your joyful language,
A guilty, weak and helpless worm,
Into thy arms I fly:
Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus and my all.
