LETTER CCCCXXI.
To Mr. H H, in Wales.
On board the Mary and Ann, May 29, 1742.
My very dear Brother,
THOUGH I could not write to you on shore, yet I must not omit writing to you on board. I am heartily sorry that such a narrow spirit prevails in Wales. I have written to Mr. H. But what shall we say? The Redeemer's love alone can unite and keep together his flocks. Disputing with bigots and narrow-spirited people will not do. I intend henceforward to say less to them, and pray more and more to our Lord for them. "Lord, enlarge their hearts," is my continual prayer for such, who are so streightened in their own bowels. Blessed be God, this partition-wall is breaking down daily in some of our old friends hearts in London. I exhort all to go where they can profit most. I preach what I believe to be the truth, and then leave it to the spirit of God to make the application. When we have done this, I think we have gone to the utmost bounds of our commission. O my brother, I find more and more, nothing but that wisdom, which is from above, can teach us how to build up souls. I never was so much assisted in this kind of work, as since I came to London last. We have public societies twice a week, and a general meeting for reading letters once a month. Our Lord has been much with us. We seem to move on now in gospel dignity, and are terrible as an army with banners. If the Lord inclines you, a visit to London would be very acceptable. Our people can now bear searching more than formerly. I find that our Lord hath particularly blessed you that way. We have had a most blessed funeral of one of our sisters in Christ, and the awakening, I think, has been as great as when I first came out, and abundantly more solid. The Easter Holidays were high days indeed. My wife doth not forget her friends in Wales. But our Lord has seen fit to exercise her with exceeding close inward trials. She and all with me most cordially salute you. I expect great things in Scotland. If possible, at my return, I hope to see you in Wales. But future things belong to God. Adieu. Forget not to pray for
Your affectionate brother pilgrim,
G. W.
