keep close to the blessed Jesus, your spirit may be imbittered, and you may yet insensibly sink into bigotry. Some of our
English friends, I am sure, have done so. It is a blessed thing to be kept free. Jesus can do this for you, my dear brother, and I am persuaded he will. In the love of a crucified Jesus,
Ever yours, G. W.
LETTER CCCCLV. To Mr. M, at Cambuslang.
Edinburgh, Sept. 15, 1742.
Rev. and dear Brother,
YOUR kind letter I received this morning. I wonder you can love me, for I feel myself more unworthy every day; and yet, dear Sir, the King of Kings still delights to honour me. At Cumbernauld, and Torphichen, the Lord was with me. I was much led to discourse upon walking with God, and had a sweet opening upon those words, "And Enoch walked with God, &c." Since I have been at Edinburgh, the Lord has much blessed me, and given me some fresh teachings from his blessed spirit. I believe hundreds are fed day by day. O dear Sir, help me to adore free grace. May God reward you for all kindnesses shewn to me and mine! Indeed, dear Sir, I have scarce patience with myself. I can do so little in the day for God, that when I go to bed at night, I am quite ashamed. I trust I shall begin to do something now. Dear Sir, help me, help me by your prayers, that I may stir up the gift of God that is in me. I shall not easily forget you; fear not, the Lord will yet be with you. I have sent to Messrs. O and L. I fear I cannot reach either of their places; but, God willing, I purpose to come home once more to Cambuslang, and then must take a long, long farewel. Blessed be God, we shall meet by and by, never to part any more. Then, dear Sir, our warfare will be accomplished, and the archers will shoot at us no more. My soul glows with love whilst I am writing. Sometimes I am enabled to look within the veil, and to take a view of the promised land. I am nothing, but Christ is my all. For the present, adieu! Dear Sir, adieu! My love to Robert, surnamed
