when love, love for Christ's sake dictates and indites! I thank you for enquiring after my welfare: thanks be to God, I am as well as a poor, but happy pilgrim can expect to be. The shout of a king is amongst us. The glory of the Lord fills the Tabernacle; and we hear every day of persons brought under fresh awakenings, as well as of God's people being comforted. We have had two most awful sacramental occasions. Help me to cry, Grace! grace! I shall be glad
to hear that the gospel runs and is glorified at Wakefield. Who knows but the last may be yet first? Is any thing too hard for the Lord? Continue to remember us at the throne of grace; and accept this speedy answer as a token of respect and love unfeigned, from, my dear brother,
Yours, &c. G. W.
LETTER DCCCCXLV. To Lady Hn.
Ever-honoured Madam, London, Dec. 15, 1752.
I Think it a long time since I heard from, or wrote to your Ladyship. My hands are full of work; and I trust I can say, the Lord of all lords causes his work to prosper in my unworthy hands. More blessed seasons we never enjoyed. Our sacramental occasions have been exceedingly awful and refreshing. I cannot help crying out night and day, Grace! grace! Last week we had another repast in South Audley-street. Lady F grows surprizingly. She increases much in the knowledge of herself, and of Jesus Christ. May she and all that profess to love him, increase with all the increase of God! I have glorious news from Yorkshire. Inclosed your Ladyship hath a letter, which I hope will please you. Ships will be going to Philadelphia soon after Christmas. Has your Ladyship read the awful account of the hurricane in South-Carolina? I do not find that it hath reached Georgia. Happy they who have laid up treasure in heaven, and have fled to Christ for refuge; such are safe from every storm. This is your Ladyship's happiness; and blessed be God, this is the happiness of unworthy, ill, and hell-deserving me. Lord, why am I a guest?
