LETTER CCCCXLV.
To Mr. B.
Cambuslang, Aug. 18, 1742.
Dear Mr. B,
I Think there is a mystery in the Lord's dealing with you and your brother. Surely he would never suffer you to be thus tempted, did he not intend to honour you by and by. What our Saviour does to us now we know not; it is enough that he hath assured us we shall know hereafter. I rejoice to hear that you have so many christian negroes. I hope they are only the first-fruits of a more glorious harvest. Though the work may be at a stop for a while, fear not; Jesus will revive his own work in his own time. Notwithstanding our blunders, imprudence, and the opposition of enemies from without, yet the counsel of the Lord shall stand, and he will set his king upon his holy hill of Zion. The Mediator's kingdom makes glorious advances here. I cannot tell you the hundredth part. I verily believe we shall see greater things abroad. I know you pray that I may have a prosperous journey to you, by the will of God. I expect to embark for Georgia in a few months. In the mean while, you shall not be forgotten by, dear Mr. B,
Your most affectionate friend, brother and servant, G. W.
LETTER CCCCXLVI. To Mrs. T, in South-Carolina.
Cambuslang, Aug. 18, 1742.
My dear Friend,
I Am glad to hear by your sister, that you are become a despised follower of the lowly Jesus.—O glorious character! I am persuaded you had rather have that title truly applied to you, than to be empress of the universe. I long to see you, and to hear you tell what a happy change you feel. How does dear Mr. T? Is he yet truly broken, and going hand in hand with you to heaven? Happy pair!—I know, by sweet experience, the comforts you enjoy. Death itself
