I was thankful! Fain would I burn with love and gratitude like a seraph.
With arms of love, and wings of faith, I'd fly and take the prize.
Well! Let faith and patience hold out a little longer, and all will be well. He is faithful, who hath promised, who also will do it. Believers should look more to Jesus. It is the only way to keep their hands from hanging down, and to strengthen their feeble knees. Exhort all to this: and pray salute every enquiring friend, every member of the societies, in the most endearing manner; for indeed I love my Scotch friends in the bowels of Jesus Christ. Whilst I am writing to and thinking of them, tears, but tears of love, are ready to gush from mine eyes. O that I may meet them all in the kingdom of our Father! O that their lamps may be always trimmed, and their loins girt! Behold Jesus comes quickly, and his reward is with him: let us not leave him. Let us not flag in the latter stages of our road. O our bleeding, agonizing, dying Jesus, how have we pierced thee! At least how have I! O that we may look and love, look and mourn, even as one that mourneth for a first-born or an only son. Dear Mr. B can now comment on this text. May the Lord comfort his heart, and be better to him than seven sons! I can no more. Affections of various kinds quite overflow. I long to begin to do something for Jesus. A sense of my vileness and unfruitfulness, quite breaks my heart. Surely I shall sing, free grace in heaven.—I write this to you as a friend. The Lord be with you, and reward you and all, for their sympathy with me and mine. Fail not to pray for me; and believe me to be, my very dear Mr. B,
Yours in the best of bonds, G. W.
LETTER DCCCLXXIX. To Dr. W.
My very dear Sir, Ashby-Place, Jan. 29, 1751.
IT is high time to answer your kind letter. I am doing it at Ashby, whither I rid post, not knowing whether I should see good Lady Hn alive. Blessed be God, she is some-
