- ther C has, goes on well with his company. O my dear brother, help me to praise the Lamb that sitteth upon the throne for ever; and desire all the society to join with you. I believe within these four months you will hear of very great things. Pray that I may be very little in my own eyes, and not rob my dear Master of any part of his glory. We do not forget you. Once a day we meet together and pray for absent friends. He gives us leave, as it were, to ask of him what we will, and promises never to leave or forsake us. For the present, my dear brother, adieu! As opportunity offers, and if possible every post, some or other of my dear friends shall hear, dear brother A, from
Your most affectionate, though most unworthy brother and servant in Christ, G. W.
LETTER CCCCXXIII. To the Right Honourable Lord R.
My Lord, Edinburgh, June 4, 1742.
YESTERDAY morning our glorious Emmanuel brought us hither. Your Lordship's kind letter was put into my hands. I heartily sympathize with your Lordship; but could not help rejoicing on your honoured lady's account, knowing she is now entered into her blessed Master's joy. Indeed, my Lord, I think, among christians, death hath not only lost its sting, but its name. I never was so joyful as I am now at the death of those who die in the Lord; and never was so reconciled to living myself. My general language, when I hear of the saints departure, is, "Let them go." Lately at London we had a sister in Christ departed. Her last words were, "Holy, holy, holy!" she could say no more here; but our Saviour sent for her to finish her song in heaven. I preached over her corpse; our society attended: but surely never did souls triumph over death more than we did that night. Many would say, "O death! where is thy sting? O grave! where is thy victory?" As for my own part, I was enabled to trample death under my feet: and, blessed be God, through rich grace I can do that daily. But then your Lordship may ask, "Why are you reconciled to life?" Be-
