II.
Close by thy side him ever keep; Still hold him in thy hand, Till he and all thy ransom'd sheep, Shall rest in their own land.
III.
The preachers and the people there, Shall thee in fulness see; Shall keep the long sabbatic year, The feast of jubilee.
If we never meet again in this suffering world, God grant that we may ere long see each other in the heavenly paradise, where all tears shall be wiped from our eyes, and death, sin, and sorrow we shall know no more. Farewel.
Ever, ever yours, G. W.
LETTER DLVIII. To Mr. E.
Plymouth, August 4, 1744.
My very dear Brother E,
I Thank you for your last kind and loving letter, and as a token of my unfeigned love to you, I send you these few lines by way of answer, before I embark. Our convoy is now come, and in all probability we shall sail this day or tomorrow I need not stir up my dear brother, and other dear souls with you, to pray for me and mine. I am quite easy about trust, having put all things into the hands of the Lord Jesus, upon whose shoulders the government of all is placed. He will, he does order all things well: I bless him for it, and for what he has, and is doing among the soldiers. I desire you all to bless him for what he is doing in these parts; for preaching at the Dock is now like preaching at the tabernacle. It would delight your dear soul, my brother, to be a spectator of the people's seriousness. Last night we had a most awful and solemn parting; many wept sorely. After sermon we walked pleasantly over the fields, blessing and praising God. Our morning lectures are very delightful. O the
