LETTER DCCCCXXI.
To Mr. N.
Very dear Sir, Bristol, July 13, 1752.
I Am quite sorry to hear that you are so much indisposed. But what shall we say? The Lord Jesus orders all things well. He knows of what we are made; he remembers that we are but dust. As our day is, so shall our strength be. I see more and more, that, like our great Exemplar, we must be made perfect through sufferings. Ere long, the time of reigning will come, and one sight of the ever-loving, ever-lovely Jesus, will make amends for all. O glorious prospect! Well might the apostle say, "that the sufferings of this present time, are not worthy to be compared with the glory that shall be revealed in us." O gloriam quantam et qualem! Courage then, my dear Sir; he that cometh will come, and will not tarry. I dare not give vent; business obliges me to be short. Here, as well as at London, the fields are white, ready unto harvest. This week I pass over to Wales. I am a poor, but happy pilgrim. Thanks be to free grace for it. My dutiful respects await good Lady Jane, and the young Ladies. Be pleased to accept the same from, very dear Sir,
Yours most affectionately in our common Lord, G. W.
LETTER DCCCCXXII. To Mr. S.
My very dear Friend, Cardiff, July 17, 1752.
WHEREVER I am, you and yours, you and your kindnesses, are always upon my heart. I think of them at my down-sitting and mine up-rising, and to refresh myself, must express my gratitude. Indeed I thank you both ten thousand times, and as a poor tribute, I send you word that the Lord of all Lords is pleased to smile upon, and bless my feeble labours. I was at Bristol four days, and preached nine times. To my great surprize, thousands (very near as many as attended at Moorfields) came out every evening to hear the word. A blessed influence attended it; and I have
