I send affectionate respects to both your sisters, and to Mr.
B. I pray that the Lord Jesus may love them as he loved Lazarus, Mary, and their sister Martha, and I entreat you to accept this as a token of unfeigned christian love, from, my very dear Sir,
Yours most affectionately in our common Lord, G. W.
LETTER DCCCLVIII. To Mr. P.
My dear Mr. P, London, Sept. 4, 1750.
I Received your kind letter yesterday, which was like the prophet's roll, full of lamentation, and mourning, and woe. But what shall we say? It must needs be that offences come.—Wo to the inhabitants of the earth, and of the sea, for the devil is come down in great wrath, knowing he hath but a short time to reign; but let us look upwards. Every plant that our heavenly father hath not planted, shall be rooted up; only let him that standeth take heed lest he fall. You must salute dear Mr. R and the rest of the brethren in my name. As far as I know, we are like-minded as to principles, and I shall be glad to do all that I can to strengthen their hands, only let nothing be done through strife and vain-*glory. Blessed be God, my poor labours never met with greater acceptance in England and Scotland than now, and I would gladly fly to Wales, but perhaps my coming had better be deferred to the cool of the day. Let us not fear. This storm will blow over.—Truth is great, and though driven out of doors for a while, will prevail at the last. Alas, what are we when a party spirit lays hold on us! I suspect the principles that are productive of such practices.—O that these things may lead us nearer to Christ, keep us closer to his blessed word, and be sanctified to the moulding us into a nearer conformity to his divine image. The meekness and lowliness of Jesus, I want to be a large partaker of. You must pray for me, and let me know how affairs stand. My tender love to all. I am, dear Sir,
Yours, &c.
G. W.
