LETTER DCCCCXXX.
To Mr. S.
Glasgow, Sept. 29, 1752.
My very dear friend,
AS you are no day out of my thoughts, so you must needs think it hath seemed a long time since I wrote to you last. But what has hindered me? Not want of love, but opportunity. For this fortnight last past, I have been preaching twice every day at Edinburgh, where a great multitude, as well of polite as common sort of people, attended continually. I wondered they were not wearied, but the more they heard, the more they seemed desirous of hearing. Many young ministers and students were close attendants, and I trust through grace good has been done. I expected to have left Scotland as last Tuesday, but through the importunity of friends have been prevailed on to come to Glasgow, and shall not return for England till Tuesday sevennight. Then I hope to begin to preach my way up to London. In this blessed delightful work, I hope to live and die; I think it is worth dying for. The Lord make me sensible of the honour put upon me, and lay me lower at his feet every day, every hour, and every moment! I have here a flaming minister that is my friend, and I hear sweet work is going on in the highlands. Praise the Lord, O our souls! Inclosed you have a letter from the young student mentioned in my last. I think it is a pity that such a youth, when pious students are so much wanting, should go back to business for want of a little help. I doubt not but the Lord will provide for him some way or other. He generally brings those low, whom he intends to exalt, and make use of. I have glad tidings from Newcastle and Leicester. Methinks every thing concurs to bid me go out into the highways and hedges.
Lord, at thy command I'll go,
And unto sinners gladly tell,
That they a risen Christ may know,
That they the love of Christ may feel.
This is a heaven upon earth. Of this, I pray the God of love to give you and yours a double portion. I know you
