LETTERS. (continued 11)

Ever, ever yours,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLVIII.

To the Reverend Dr. C――, in Boston.

Edinburgh, Sept. 24, 1742.

Reverend and dear Sir,

TO my great and abundant satisfaction, I received your long wished for letter of June 3. It was late at night ere it came to hand; but I could not go to rest without reading it. I read, and rejoiced, and prayed for the writer with my whole heart. O reverend and dear Sir, God only knows how closely I am knit to the dear ministers and people of New-England. They are ever upon my heart, and it rejoiced me to find I was not forgotten (unworthy as I am) by them. Dear Sir, I am glad to hear that the work still goes on; be not surprized, if you are forsaken. Paul was served so, and when I came to England most of my old friends and spiritual children were exceedingly prejudiced against me. Our great high-priest sees these trials to be necessary for us, to try our faith, and teach us to cease from man. I hope they have produced this blessed effect in some measure upon my soul. There seems to be such a scene in Philadelphia, as we have had in old England. I have wrote to Mr. T――. He in a late letter thinks me too charitable; but my conscience doth not reproach me for that. My principles are still the same. I embrace the calvinistical scheme, not because Calvin, but Jesus Christ, I think, has taught it to me. I go on preaching the cross and power of the Redeemer, and desire to say as little as possible about others, lest thereby I should divert people’s minds from the simplicity of the gospel. I have often found that opposing, instead of hurting, makes erroneous people become more considerable. This made me wish, that the Boston ministers would not take up so much time in speaking against the Exhorters. It will only set the people the more upon following after them; but I cannot well judge at such a distance, and indeed I find I am such a poor creature, that I scarce know any thing yet, as I ought to know. At the same time, I will not deny what I have received; no, this would be dishonouring my dear Saviour. He makes me daily more and more happy in himself, and I continually rejoice in his great salvation. At present he supports me in an uncommon manner, and the news of the Spaniards attacking Georgia affects me no otherwise, than to increase my faith and confidence in him, whom I am sure careth for me and mine. O dear Sir, what a glorious thing is divine faith! May you have much of it, and feel the power of it more and more every day! With repeated salutations and returns of love, I once more subscribe myself, reverend and dear Sir,

Your most affectionate friend, younger brother, and servant in the glorious gospel of the ever blessed Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLIX.

To Jonathan B――, Esq., in New-England.

Edinburgh, Sept. 25, 1742.

Honoured Sir,

I Rejoiced to hear by the reverend and dear Dr. C――, that you are retired from the world, full of piety and devotion. I congratulate you, honoured Sir, upon your happy change, and pray that you may be filled with all the fulness of God. Exceedingly engaged as I am, I could not but send a line to you, because I love you in the bowels of Jesus Christ. I remember your command; I have you upon my heart, and pray the glorious Emmanuel to do more abundantly for you and yours, than you are able to ask or think. It is impossible to tell you what the Lord hath done for unworthy me. Honoured Sir, I feel a bliss I cannot express. My happiness in Jesus increases daily. I am only ashamed of my unfruitfulness, and the little I do for God. Indeed, honoured Sir, I could wish for a thousand lives. My Jesus should have them all. Methinks I hear you say, “thus it is with me.” Hail then happy man! All generations shall call you blessed. Honoured Sir, my soul is full in the midst of many trials. O what a glorious redemption hath Jesus purchased for us! Indeed it is a plenteous redemption. By the power of his death we are enabled to tread sin, death, and satan under our feet. This is the present frame of my soul. O free grace! unsearchable riches! The brightness of it dazzles the eyes of my faith. Lord, I adore and worship in the temple of my heart! Honoured Sir, be pleased to accept these few lines from a heart overflowing with love to God, and for his great name sake to you. With most humble respects, and affectionate returns of gratitude for all favours, I beg leave to subscribe myself, honoured Sir,

Your most obliged humble servant,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLX.

To Mr. E――, in Philadelphia.

Edinburgh, Sept. 25, 1742.

My very dear Brother E――,

SINCE I wrote last, your other kind letter, dated July 24, came to hand, by which I find matters at Philadelphia are much the same as when you wrote before. I pray God to give me wisdom, and a right understanding, to judge of those different jarring accounts that are sent me. As far as I am able to determine, I think some who have the truths of God on their side, defend themselves with too great a mixture of their own spirit, and by this means perhaps some persons may be prejudiced even against truth itself. This is one rock, I pray God, my dear brother, to keep your soul from splitting against. Again, I think the M――n Brethren shew a better and milder spirit in the general; but many of their principles deviate as far from the truths of Jesus Christ, as the east is from the west, or the north from the south. I wish you may not have gone a step too far. It was unjust for Mr. B――’s brother to be denied preaching in the new building. Shall I commend Mr. B―― for this? I commend him not. The brethren should have some other place to preach in, and not make that house a Babel. I cannot give up truth for them, or for any other under heaven. I find they are as weak and fallible as those whom they judge not to have drank so deeply of the spirit of Christ; and therefore, my dear man, though we love all, we must be upon our guard, and follow not man’s teaching, but the teaching of the Holy Ghost. Though principles are not to be rested in, yet it is a good thing to have a clear head as well as a clean heart. Some people make nothing of principles; but why are they so zealous in propagating their own? I think, my dear brother, I am a happy sinner, and have really entered into an abiding rest in God, through the Lord Jesus Christ; but yet the stirrings of corruption I expect in some degree or other, till I breathe my last. This I hope is all that dear Mr. T―― insists on. My dear brother, love the brotherhood, but do not give up the truths of God; and when you are brought off from idolizing one creature, take care you do not insensibly fall into idolizing another. Do not think that all things the most refined christian in the world does, is right; or that all principles are wrong, because some that hold them are too imbittered in their spirits. It is hard for good men, when the truths of God are opposed, to keep their temper, especially at the first attack. Nothing but the all-conquering blood of the dear Redeemer can destroy the wild-fire in the heart. You will see what I have wrote to the dear Trustees. I hope our loving Saviour will incline you to comply with my advice. I believe it is from him, and will much tend to the prosperity of Zion. That, I trust, we have all at heart. I pray God we may be enabled so to act, as to do nothing to obstruct it, but bear and forbear with one another in love, and give way in some things to promote the common good. You see, my dear man, how freely I write to you. It is out of the fulness of my heart. I hope you and I shall be happily surprized, in finding each other better than we expected. God forbid that we should live one hour without growing more like the blessed Lamb of God. I am too credibly informed, that some make it their business to prejudice my friends against me. Such wisdom cometh not from above. They are as the false apostles, of whom Saint Paul spoke, “They would exclude us, that you might affect them.” But glory be to free grace! I can repose myself in Jesus, and am happy in him. However I may be dealt with by man, blessed be his name, I am now happy in the midst of various trials, even beyond expression. I only add, through grace I have laid the foundation; let others beware how they build thereon. Adieu, my dear brother. I am, with cordial respects and affection,

Ever, ever yours,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXI.

To the Reverend Mr. E―― J――, in Wales.

Edinburgh, Oct. 6, 1742.

My very dear Brother,

YESTERDAY your kind and profitable letter came to hand. My dear wife being embarked, I opened, read, and now snatch a few moments to answer it. I took your hints upon Jacob’s ladder, and preached upon it with freedom yesterday in the afternoon. I trust some will be induced to begin to climb, and others be stirred to climb faster; at least I shall myself for one, for indeed I am ashamed I have mounted no higher yet. Blessed be God, I am ascended so far as to have the world almost out of my sight, and I see my dear master standing at the top reaching out his hand, ready to receive me up into heaven. Indeed, my dear brother, the Lord hath dealt most bountifully with me; he gives me to rejoice in all his dispensations towards me. It well becometh God’s children to give thanks for all things that befal them, since it is God’s will concerning them. I am taught more and more every day to live by faith in the Son of God, who loved and gave himself for me. God keeps me, and brings me where I would desire to be, at his feet, waiting his will, and watching the motions of his blessed spirit, word, and providence. Here I find safety and refuge amidst the various storms of opposition and reproach which I daily meet with. God is on my side, I will not fear what men nor devils can say of, or do unto me. The dear Messrs. E――s have dressed me in very black colours.—Mr. G――’s pamphlet will shew you how black. Dear men, I pity them. Writing I fear will be in vain. Surely they must grieve the holy spirit much. O for a mind divested of all sects and names and parties! I think it is my one simple aim to promote the kingdom of Jesus, without partiality and without hypocrisy, indefinitely amongst all. I care not if the name of George Whitefield be banished out of the world, so that Jesus be exalted in it. Glory be to his great name, we have seen much of his power and greatness in Scotland. The work in the west still goes on and increases. Last sabbath-day, and Monday, very great things, greater than ever, were seen at Kilsyth. There is a great awakening also at Muthel, and many living stones building up in Edinburgh. I preach twice every day with great power, and walk in liberty and love. At the same time I see and feel my vileness, and take the blessed Jesus to be my righteousness and all. I purpose, God willing, to go through Newcastle and Yorkshire to England. Ireland I believe must be left till another circuit. In about three weeks, I purpose, God willing, to leave Scotland, and hope to spend a month ere long in Wales. My dear and honoured brother, I hope the Lord will give you an heart to pray for me, for indeed I am a very poor sinner, and many are waiting for my halting; but Jesus is able and willing to make me stand. I have been much strengthened, since the Spaniards have invaded Georgia. I think I am like the ark surrounded on all sides with waves, but through free rich grace am enabled to swim above all. Ere long, I shall rest on mount Zion in the arms of my beloved Jesus. Here is love would make me drop a tear, and set my pen a writing quicker, but other business calls for me. Dear Sir, be pleased to pray for me, and remember me to your dear wife, and all the followers of the Lamb. Pray write to Mr. M^cC―― immediately, and send as often as you can, dear Mr. J――, to

Your weak, unworthy, but truly affectionate brother and servant, in the kingdom and patience of Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXII.

To Colonel G――.

Edinburgh, October 7, 1742.

Honoured Sir,

THOUGH I never had the pleasure of seeing you, yet I have often prayed for you, and can assure you I love you in the bowels of Jesus Christ. I hope you will not be offended with me, for troubling you with this. Your honoured lady tells me, you will not. Love, I am persuaded, inclines me to write, and I doubt not but you will receive it in the same spirit. Dear Sir, I rejoice to hear that you are a good soldier of Jesus Christ, and that you delight to fight the Redeemer’s battles. May you be covered with all his armours and filled with all his fulness! I have the pleasure often to go without the camp, and to bear a little of his sacred reproach, and I prefer it to all the treasures in the world. Weak as I am, my Jesus makes me more than conqueror through his love. He has brought mighty things to pass here, and gotten himself the victory in many hearts. I trust, there is not a day passes but some poor creature or another is plucked as a brand out of the burning. I wish I could hear God was more in the camp. Blessed be his name for raising you up, honoured Sir, to lift a standard for him. May you be endued with the meekness of Moses, the courage of Joshua, the zeal of Paul, and a large portion of the blessed spirit of Christ! I hope, honoured Sir, you will now and then remember me a poor sinner, and speak a word for me to the King of kings and Lord of lords, that I may not turn my head in the day of battle, but rather die for, than deny him in any wise. Neither you nor yours are forgotten by me. Indeed I am a poor creature, but happy, very happy in the once crucified, but now exalted Jesus. For his sake, and in his great name, I beg leave to subscribe myself, honoured Sir,

Your affectionate humble servant, &c.

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXIII.

To the Reverend Mr. J―― W――.

Edinburgh, October 11, 1742.

Reverend and dear Sir,

ABOUT ten days ago, I sent you a packet by my dear wife, which I hope you will have received ere this comes to hand. Yesterday morning I had your kind letter dated October 5. In answer to the first part of it, I say, “Let old things pass away, and all things become new.” I can heartily say, “Amen” to the latter part of it. “Let the king live for ever, and controversy die.” It has died with me long ago. I shall be glad to see the extract of your journal. Be pleased to send it immediately, under cover, to Mr. E――, member of parliament in Edinburgh. I shall not leave Scotland in less than three weeks. Before yours came, I had engaged to go through Newcastle in my way to London. I rejoice to hear the Lord has blessed your dear brother’s labours. I am enabled to preach twice daily with great power, and find I walk in light and liberty continually. Like the ark, I am surrounded on all sides, but enabled to swim triumphantly over all. O free grace! I thank you, dear Sir, for praying for me, and thank our common Lord for putting it in your heart so to do. I have been upon my knees praying for you and yours. O that nothing but love, lowliness, and simplicity may be among us. It grieves me to see what a sad spirit prevails among Mr. E――’s people. Father, forgive them! I trust you will remember my poor orphans. God gives me strong faith for them, though no news yet of the Spaniards leaving Georgia. Yesterday morning a dear little hospital girl went off in triumph. The work is still increasing in Scotland, especially at Kilsyth. Surely we shall see great things ere long. Dear friend, my soul is on fire. O let us not fall out in the way! Let us bear with, and forbear one another in love. God be praised for giving you such a mind. My kind love to all that love the Lord Jesus in sincerity. In much haste, and with great thanks for your last letter, I subscribe myself, reverend and very dear Sir,

Your most affectionate, though younger brother, in the gospel of our glorious Emmanuel,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXIV.

To Mrs. Ann D――, in Huntingdonshire.

Edinburgh, October 13, 1742.

My very dear Sister,

WITH great pleasure I received your kind letters. They increased that love, which I had before to the writer of them. I redeem a few moments to return you an answer to them, and am ashamed to think how I put you off; but I see you consider my circumstances, and love to our dear Jesus inclines you to excuse me. Blessed be God, I can still send you an account of the increase of Emmanuel’s kingdom. I preach always twice, sometimes three or four times in a day. The people are more eager than ever, and much solid work is done for God. My strength is daily renewed. Still I desire to cry, grace! grace! I am fondled exceedingly, I scarce have any damp. My soul continually magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Saviour. I know you will help me to praise him. I collected last week 128l. for my poor orphans. I have sent you an account of them. You will continue writing to, and praying for my dear family. I hope to see you before I embark. By this, you will receive a line from one Mr. R――, an humble walker with God, and Mr. T――, a bookseller, who I believe loves the Lord Jesus in sincerity. Pray answer them. I would have your correspondence enlarged, and therefore I set other people writing to you, though I cannot write so much myself. My dear sister, adieu. The Lord be with you, and yours. I am now in a lady’s family, whom God has blessed.—We have several such here. With great sincerity and affection, I subscribe myself,

Ever yours, in yours and mine,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXV.

To Mr. T――, in Edinburgh.

Glasgow, October 20, 1742.

Dear Mr. T――,

YOUR letter much refreshed me. Thanks be to God, for putting it into your heart to write to unworthy me. The blessed Jesus hath been the author of our friendship, and therefore it will be blessed. I rejoice much, that the Lord is with you and your ministers. May you all increase with all the increase of God! O that the societies may remember to pray and give thanks on my behalf. Dear Mr. T――, what deliverances hath the Lord wrought for me? Before the news came of the Spaniards leaving Georgia, the words came to my mind, that were pressed on me in the park with great power: “These enemies which you have now seen, you shall see no more.” What a life is a life of faith? I know I am reckoned enthusiastic, even by many christian friends, in respect to my Orphan-house; but “he that believeth, doth not make haste.” I find we must be tried by friends, as well as by foes. All is intended to bring us nearer to the friend of all. I hope I improved my interest in him just now, for you and yours, and for all Edinburgh friends. As soon as we had perused the letters, we kneeled down, and prayed, and gave thanks. Good news came from London, I hope, next post, to hear that our dear friends have got safe thither. O what reason have I to be thankful! Help me still, my dear Mr. T――, to praise the Lord. I hope to be with you next week. In the mean time pray for, and if leisure permit, drop a line to, dear Mr. T――,

Ever yours, &c.

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXVI.

To Mr. J―― T――, in Edinburgh.

London, Nov. 6, 1742.

Dear Mr. T――,

ABOUT five this evening, our ever blessed Jesus brought us hither, and gave us a happy meeting with our dear friends. How good is Jesus to the chief of sinners! He solaced my soul all the way, and gave his angels charge concerning us, otherwise we must have been frequently hurt in our ways: but he heard the prayers of his people. I am persuaded he gave them a spirit of supplication in our behalf. I felt it, I feel it now, and long to preach again. My dear friend, remember us in the dearest manner to all. I hope to write to several on Monday next. How sweet is rest after fatigue! How sweet will heaven be, when our journey is ended. Forgive the brevity of this.

Ever yours,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXVII.

To Mr. J―― H――, at Bethesda.

London, Nov. 12, 1742.

My dearest Friend and Brother in a crucified Jesus,

HOW do I long to come over to see you, and the rest of my dear family? How do I long to hear how it is with your dear souls, and that you are returned to Bethesda in safety! The cloud seems now to be moving toward America. I trust I shall be with you in a few months. Wonderful great things did the Lord perform for me and his people in Scotland. The concern expressed at my departure, was really unspeakable. O my dear, my very dear brother, the love of God to such an unworthy wretch quite amazes me. I rode post, and came here in rather less than five days from Edinburgh on Saturday last, and here seems to be a new awakening. We have been obliged to enlarge the tabernacle. The Lord’s glory does indeed appear in it. Dear brother H―― has been sent with a sweet searching commission. Brother C―― is much blest in Wiltshire. The word runs and is glorified in Wales, and God is raising some fresh witnesses of the power of his dear Son’s blood in Gloucestershire. Blessed are the eyes that see the things that we see. God doth greatly countenance us indeed. O free grace! O electing love! The collections in Scotland were large. At Edinburgh, I collected 128l. at one time, and 44l. at another; at Glasgow about 128l. with private donations. I think we got about 300l. in all. Blessed be God, I owe nothing now in England on the Orphan-house account; what is due is abroad. I think since I have been in England, we have got near 1500l. The Lord will raise up what we want further; glory be to his name. He keeps my faith from failing, and upholds me with his right hand, and makes me happier in himself every day. My wife lies now very weak. She was tossed for ten days in her voyage from Scotland: The ship was in imminent danger, but the Lord gave her much of his presence, and I trust she will be ready shortly for another voyage. She heartily and most lovingly greets you all, as does in haste,

Ever, ever yours, &c.

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXVIII.

To Lady Frances G――.

London, Nov. 13, 1742.

Honoured Madam,

MINDFUL of my promise, which I made before I left Edinburgh, I now steal a few moments to send your Ladyship a letter of thanks, and which I trust will find you sitting under the Redeemer’s shadow with great delight. It rejoiced me when I heard that our infinitely condescending God had blessed my unworthy ministry, to recover your Ladyship from a state of darkness and spiritual desertion. Glory, glory be to rich, free and sovereign grace! I trust your Ladyship will now be kept in the love of God, and no idol interpose between the Redeemer and your soul. I hope the dear Colonel is now in his proper place, and that you can think of him without anxiety or distracting care. This is that freedom, wherewith Jesus Christ makes us free. To love all things in him, and for him, and to love him above all. Thus we have peace and joy. Whenever we deviate from it, we fall into darkness and distress of soul. I pray God your Ladyship may be thus kept, and enabled to rejoice in God all the day long. For ever adored be free grace. I have enjoyed much freedom of soul since I left Edinburgh. Very good was my master to us on the road, and still better to me now I am in London. We have blessed seasons. O who can express the loving-kindness of the Lord, or show forth all his praise! We beg your prayers; and wishing you and your honoured Colonel all manner of prosperity, I beg leave to subscribe myself, with unfeigned thanks for all past favours, honoured Madam,

Your Ladyship’s most obliged humble servant,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXIX.

To Miss S――.

London, Nov. 13, 1742.

AS I have been writing to the honourable lady Frances, I am willing to inclose a line to you. I trust it will find you walking by faith, and trampling upon the lust of the eye, the lust of the flesh, and the pride of life. This is the happiness which Jesus Christ has purchased for poor sinners. This is that better part, which I hope you have been enabled to choose, and in which, I trust, through grace you will be enabled to persevere even to the end. Dear Miss, if this be the case, well will it be with you, and happy, exceedingly happy shall you be. Methinks I hear you say, “I feel my happiness begun.” Keep close, Dear Miss, keep close to the lovely Jesus, and you will find it increase day by day. Many, many temptations and difficulties you will meet with; but fear not; look unto Jesus, and he will make you more than conqueror through his love. Never rest without looking up to him, in and for every thing you stand in need of. He will richly supply all your wants. I speak this by happy experience. Many blessings have I received since I came hither. O help me to praise our prayer-hearing God.

Your most affectionate friend and servant in Christ,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXX.

To the Honourable Lady Jane H――, in Edinburgh.

London, Nov. 13, 1742.

Honoured Madam,

IT is with some regret, that I look back upon my not writing to you, when I was at Glasgow. I resolved ever since, to send your Ladyship a line as soon as possible, after I reached London. Being now somewhat settled, I attempt in the divine strength to put my design in execution. And now, honoured Madam, what shall I say? I hope this will find you a very poor sinner, and sitting at Jesu’s feet. With pleasure I have often thought your Ladyship has been made willing to become truly, inly poor, and to feel the full power of the Redeemer’s precious blood. If I mistake not, your soul is athirst for God, yea to be filled with all the fulness of God. Go on, dear Madam, for God shall satisfy all your desires: He has promised, and he will perform. I find my happiness in Jesus increasing daily, and that there is no end of his goodness. Greatly did he strengthen me on the road; greatly has he blessed me since I came hither. I believe your Ladyship will hear shortly from Mr. H――. He is a dear soul indeed, and left London on Thursday morning last, full of simplicity and love. The work goes on bravely in Wales, and elsewhere. Surely it is the midnight cry; Surely the bridegroom is coming. Methinks I hear your Ladyship say, “Then I will make ready to go forth to meet him.” That you may be always ready to obey the most sudden call, is the hearty prayer of, honoured Madam,

Your Ladyship’s most obliged humble servant in Jesus Christ,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXI.

To Miss N――’s.

London, Nov. 13, 1742.

Dear young Ladies,

THIS week I wrote a few lines to your honoured mamma. I now snatch a few moments to send a line to you. And why? Because I love you both in the bowels of Jesus Christ, and wish above all things, that your dear souls may prosper. I saw a happy alteration in you for the better, whilst I was at Edinburgh, and my constant prayer is, that you might still go on from strength to strength. Here seems to be a new awakening. We had a glorious fast-day indeed. I trust you had the same at Edinburgh. I am sure we prayed heartily, it might be so. O Edinburgh! Edinburgh! I think I shall never forget thee. Surely many can say, “Our fellowship has been with the Father and with the Son.” And now though absent, we may have fellowship together in and through the eternal Spirit. Thus it is with me, and thus it is, I believe, with my dear wife. She most heartily joins with me in saluting your most honoured mamma, as well as yourselves. Wishing that your lamps may be always trimmed, and your loins always girded, and that you may be continually in readiness to meet the heavenly bridegroom; I subscribe myself, dear young ladies,

Your most affectionate friend and servant in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXII.

To ――.

London, Nov. 15, 1742.

My Lord,

IT has given me some concern, that I could not write to your Lordship before I left E――. My departure from thence was very sudden, and it was but a few days before that I heard of your Lordship’s illness. However, I have not been unmindful of your Lordship, and I trust, in answer to prayer, our Lord has rebuked your fever, and that this will find you risen and ministring unto him. O, my Lord, I think I can say, “It is good for me that I have been afflicted;” for had it not been so, I should have gone astray. How apt are we when in health, to follow Jesus afar off, and sink into tepidity and a laodicean spirit? May this sickness be sanctified to the purging of your Lordship’s soul, and be a means of drawing you nearer to God! Our glorious High-priest still continues to load me with his benefits. He dealt most tenderly with me on the road, and blesses me much here. I am now in my winter quarters, preparing for a fresh campaign. Happy they that fight under the Redeemer’s banner! That your Lordship may be always fighting the good fight of faith, and at length lay hold on eternal life, is the earnest prayer of, my Lord,

Your Lordship’s most obedient and obliged humble servant,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXIII.

To Mr. S――, of Bristol.

London, Nov. 15, 1742.

My dear Brother S――,

I Gave thanks on your behalf, when I read your letters; being encouraged thereby to hope, that Jesus Christ is indeed about to take full possession of your soul. A proper season this to enter into the marriage state, an union representing the mystical union between Jesus Christ and his Church. My brother, you cannot think of it with too much solemnity. It is a matter of great importance, in which the future comfort of your life much depends. I would advise you to read over the matrimonial office, and turn it into a prayer. As for outward affairs, I think it quite proper to have them settled, as I am a minister of Jesus Christ, and ought therefore to be freed as much as may be from all worldly incumbrances. Be pleased to draw out your account, and when the captain comes, desire him to draw out his, that receipts may pass on both sides. I shall pay Mr. N―― as desired. I am glad you are so friendly with Mr. W――. I trust we shall learn more and more to love one another.

Yours most affectionately in Jesus Christ,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXIV.

To the Bishop of Bangor.

London, Nov. 17, 1742.

My Lord,

THE inclosed was sent by a young man, who was coming up to London, and was in his way as far as Ludlow, on purpose to wait on your Lordship about the contents of it. If your Lordship pleases, I will wait upon your Lordship for your Lordship’s answer. The character your Lordship has for candour and moderation, makes me believe, your Lordship will not favour any persecuting proceedings against those that love the Lord Jesus in sincerity. If your Lordship thinks proper to speak with me, upon the least intimation, you shall be attended by, my Lord,

Your Lordship’s most obedient son and servant,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXV.

To Mr. J――, of Toven in Wales.

London, Nov. 18, 1742.

My dear Brother,

HOW sweetly does the blessed Jesus guide the meek in his way! I believe your turning back from Ludlow was of God. Dear brother H―― was about that time going into Wales, and the Lord sending me hither (unworthy as I am) to transact affairs for you. I have seen your letter to Mr. L――, and likewise that from brother C――, to the bishop of Bangor. I am just now sending it to him, with a letter from myself, desiring leave to wait upon his Lordship. What the event will be, our Lord only knows. This, however, we know, “All things shall work together for good to those that love God;” and the gates of hell shall never prevail against the church of Jesus Christ. What you have met with, is no more than might be expected long ago. There has been a hook in the Leviathan’s jaws, or otherwise our mouths had been stopped long before this time. I had once the honour of being publickly arraigned, for not reading the Common Prayer in a Meeting-house. At another time, I was taken up by a warrant for correcting a letter wherein were these words, “Shall our Clergy break the Canons.” The prosecutions were unjust, but there is our glory. I remember when Socrates was about to suffer, his friends grieved, that he suffered unjustly. What, says he, would you have me suffer justly? If we are buffetted for our faults, and take it patiently, says a greater than Socrates, we are not to glory; “but if we are reproached for Christ, and suffer as Christians, happy are we.” I think our present sufferings are for him. Surely the spirit of Christ and of glory will rest upon you. However, I trust this storm will soon blow over. If possible, let an open separation from the church be avoided. Mr. H―― can tell you more by word of mouth. I trust the glorious Jesus has sent him amongst you, in the fulness of the blessing of the gospel of peace. He is a dear soul. I am persuaded you are dear to him: I find you are dear to me, though I never saw you. It is enough, that we have drank into one spirit. This creates an indissoluble union. Pray remember my kind love to dear brother C――. I wish him joy with all my heart; but would not have him deny that exhorting is preaching. The Chancellor will be too many for him; for to be sure, exhorting is at least one part of preaching. Granting this, he has warrant enough, notwithstanding, from scripture, to tell others what God has done for his soul, and to bid them come and see and believe in a precious Christ. O that word! How sweet is it to my soul? It is like ointment poured forth. Had I time, I could tell you much of his love. He has been exceeding good to me in Scotland: He is still so to me here. Vile, base, ungrateful as I am, he lets me lean on his bosom night and day. My dear brother, help me to praise him, and engage all the brethren’s prayers in behalf of one, less than the least of all saints, but

Yours most affectionately in Christ,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXVI.

To the Reverend Dr. C――, in Boston.

London, Nov. 18, 1742.

Rev. and dear Sir,

GLAD was I to receive another letter from you, before I sent off my packets. I thank our loving Lord, for granting me the continuance of his ministers affections. I hope this, and all his other mercies, will lead me nearer and nearer to himself the fountain of all mercies. Surely the friends of Jesus pray in my behalf; for I am still strengthened more than ever, and enabled to rejoice in his goodness all the day long. The confusion at New-England has given me concern; but our Lord will over-rule all for good. I was sorry to hear of Mr. D――’s imprisonment; and to be imprisoned for an unguarded expression, I think is too, too severe, and not for the honour of Boston at all. Had I been in his place, I should have accepted bail. When I shall come to Boston, the Lord Jesus only knows. I believe it will not be long. I find I shall come in perilous times; but that all-gracious Saviour, who has helped me hitherto, will guide me by his council, and give me a true scriptural zeal. This is what I desire all my friends to beg in my behalf. How hard is it to keep in the true narrow path, when speaking for the Lord Jesus? God preserve me, and all his ministers, from defending his truths and cause in our own, or under the influence of a false spirit! It destroys the very cause we would defend. As yet, in Scotland there have been but few of the disorders complained of amongst you. But as the work increases, I suppose the enemies stratagems will increase also. This is my comfort, Jesus reigns. The gates of hell shall never be able to prevail against his church. I have had a late instance of his power and goodness, in driving the Spaniards out of Georgia. I hear they are gone. I hope the Orphans are now at Bethesda in peace. The continuation of my account, I have sent with this, and a parcel of my sermons. Be pleased to dispose of them, as you shall think proper. I salute all my Reverend brethren that preach Jesus Christ in sincerity. I wish them prosperity with all my heart, and pray for them every day, Reverend Sir, my soul is now filled with a sense of redeeming love. O why me, Lord, why me? Even so my Saviour, for so it seemed good in thy sight! But I can write no more, having much business on my hands. We go on well here. Our Lord blesses us much. I am, with much affection, Rev. Sir,

Your most unworthy and younger brother in the gospel of Jesus Christ,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXVII.

To Mr. J―― E――.

London, Nov. 18, 1742.

Dear Sir,

YOUR letter pleased me much. As soon as I read it, I kneeled down, prayed, and gave thanks on your behalf. How faithful is he that hath said, “I will never leave thee, or forsake thee.” Surely the Lord intends to honour you, in making you an instrument in bringing many sons to glory. I hope he will bless your first public essays to serve the interest of his great name, and enable you to go on from strength to strength. I cannot think you will be long without a feeling possession of your God. Shortly, I trust, you will be touched with a coal from the heavenly altar, and be made to say, “Lord send me.” I think our Saviour has given you great knowledge in the scriptures. May you be kept close to and be daily taught of him. My prayer for you is,

Take his poor heart, and let it be

For ever clos’d to all but thee.

I think you may study conveniently in Scotland; but in this and every thing else, I pray the Lord Jesus to direct and guide your soul. I most heartily love you, and wish you prosperity in the name of the Lord. Our blessed Saviour has been exceeding kind, since I have been here. I go on my way rejoicing, and am strengthened day by day. That you may abundantly experience the same, is the hearty prayer of, dear Sir,

Yours most affectionately in Christ Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXVIII.

To Mr. M――, Isle of Man.

London, Nov. 19, 1742.

Rev. and dear Sir,

I Am concerned to find by your last, dated November 4th, that the letter I sent you from Scotland did not come to hand. But providence over-ruleth all things; even this shall work for good. I wonder not, if the Lord has given you more zeal, that you meet with more opposition. However, I would not have you rash, or over hasty in leaving the Isle of Man. Wait, continue instant in prayer, and you shall see the salvation of God. I have not heard from my family abroad for some time, and cannot give you any determinate answer about your going to Georgia, because I know not how their affairs stand. God will yet shew you what he would have you to do. Even so Lord Jesus, Amen and Amen! Our glorious Emmanuel blessed me exceedingly after we parted from Scotland, and blesses me in like manner, now he has brought me to England. Vile, ungrateful as I am, he vouchsafes to give me much of his presence, and keeps me under the shadow of his wings. Let his goodness to me, encourage you to hope and trust in him. Remember, dear Sir, Jesus came to make poor sinners happy, and to give them victory over their lusts and passions. Plead his promises, be much in secret prayer, and never give God rest, ’till your soul is filled with all his fulness. That the Lord may hasten that blessed time, wherein his kingdom shall come with full power into your dear soul, is the earnest prayer of, Rev. and dear Sir,

Your most affectionate friend, brother and servant,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXIX.

To Mr. B――, at Bethesda.

London, Nov. 19, 1742.

BLESSED, blessed be God, the packet is not gone; so that I have just time to tell you, I received your kind, very kind letter, though I have not time to read it thoroughly, least I should miss this opportunity. God only knows how I sympathize with you and my dear family. Though I have no money to pay Mr. Jones, &c. yet, if I can take up two or three hundred pounds upon my own account, I will come over, God willing, the very first opportunity. The time of your fasting, I hope is now near over, and the days of your mourning ended. Remember the burning bush; it was on fire, but not consumed. Surely some great good is to come out of the Orphan-house. Blessed be God, for strengthening you to stay with my dear family. Ten thousand blessings descend upon your soul! I wish dear brother G―― joy. I am much obliged to my dear friend and faithful steward. Next ship, I hope to answer his letters distinctly. O my dear man, I do not forget any of you. God, and not my own will, has kept me on this side the water so long. But surely you must judge me sometimes. You need not make any apology for moving; it is what I wished you might do. Your care and tenderness towards me, makes me long to embrace and weep over you one by one. Forget you! no, no; I think I could rather die for you. My brother, my dear brother, go on. Surely God is with us. Great things are to come out of Georgia. Remember Abraham, how did he sojourn in the land of Promise, as in a strange land? The Lord increase your faith. My tenderest love, and ten thousand thanks, to dear Mr. J――s. God will bless him for helping you. The Lord Jesus be with you all.

Ever, ever yours,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXX.

To the Bishop of Bangor.

London, Nov. 19, 1742.

My Lord,

THIS evening I received your Lordship’s kind letter. I humbly thank your Lordship for it. It confirmed me in the character given me of your Lordship’s spirit. I verily believe your Lordship abhors every thing that has a tendency to persecution, and yet, in my humble opinion, if Mr. C―― is not somewhat redressed, he is persecuted indeed. That your Lordship may know his spirit, and the spirit of the person who came as far as Ludlow on the business, I have sent your Lordship a letter from each, which was written some time ago to Mr. H―― H――. In them your Lordship will see their whole hearts. I verily believe they would rather die than wilfully speak or write a falshood. My Lord, the whole of the matter seems to be this: In Wales they have little fellowship meetings, where some well-meaning people meet together, simply to tell what God has done for their souls. In some of these meetings, I believe Mr. C―― used to tell his experience, and to invite his companions to come and be happy in Jesus Christ. He is therefore indicted as holding a conventicle; and this I find is the case of one, if not two more. Now, my Lord, these persons thus indicted, as far as I can judge, are loyal subjects to his Majesty, and true friends to, and attendants upon the Church of England service. You will see by these letters, how unwilling they are to leave her; and yet, if all those acts, which were made against persons meeting together to plot against Church and State, were put in execution against them, what must they do? They must be obliged to declare themselves Dissenters. I assure your Lordship, it is a critical time in Wales. Hundreds, if not thousands, will go in a body from the Church, if such proceedings are countenanced. I lately wrote them a letter, dissuading them from separating from the Church, and I write thus freely to your Lordship, because of the excellent spirit of moderation discernible in your Lordship, and because I would not have (to use your Lordship’s own expression) “such a fire kindled in, or from your (Lordship’s) diocese.” I would beg the favour of your Lordship to return me the inclosed, because I have not kept copies. I send them to your Lordship just as they are, that your Lordship may see the whole affair, and censure what is exceptionable. I really believe the writers will thank your Lordship for it. I ask pardon for taking up so much of your Lordship’s time, but I thought your Lordship would desire to have all possible information, that you might be better capable of judging. I pray the great Shepherd and Bishop of souls to direct your Lordship in this, and every other affair that comes before you, and that you may be saluted at the great day with an Euge bone, is the hearty and fervent prayer of, my Lord,

Your Lordship’s most obedient son and servant,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXXI.

To Mr. C――.

London, Nov. 20, 1742.

My dear Brother C――,

I Catch a few moments to give you an account of my agency. Your letter I sent to the Bishop of Bangor, inclosed in one from myself. His answer you have transcribed in this. That he might not be imposed upon by the Chancellor’s representing of things, I last night sent his Lordship another long letter, with that which you wrote to dear brother H―― some time ago. As the Bishop seems to be a man of a moderate spirit, I trust this storm will blow over. In the mean while, let us wait upon the Lord, commit the cause into his hands who judgeth righteously, and pray, that we may be “as wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.” Glad shall I be to serve you, my dear brother, in this, or any other affair, for advancing our glorious Mediator’s kingdom. Let this be our comfort, the gates of hell shall never be able to prevail against it. Let us go on then, and never fear what men or devils can say of, or do unto us. I suppose this is the language of your heart,

The love of Christ doth me constrain

To seek the wand’ring souls of men:

All hail reproach, and welcome pain,

Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain.

And if so, surely the spirit of Christ and of glory will rest upon you. Our dear brother C―― is sadly used in Wiltshire. The compassionate Redeemer of souls pities my weakness, and suffers very little disturbance to be made. We have sweet times, and, vile as I am, Jesus is pleased to keep me near him. I hope this will find your dear soul sitting under his shadow with great delight. I know you not in the flesh, but hope to see you before I embark. Letters call me loudly to Georgia. My dear family are returned to their Bethesda in safety. O help me, my dear brother, to praise the Lord. Salute all the brethren in behalf of

Yours most affectionately, &c.

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXXII.

To Mr. V――, Secretary to the Trustees of Georgia.

London, Nov. 20, 1742.

Dear Sir,

GOD willing, I intend waiting upon the honourable Trustees at the time appointed. Yesterday I received a packet of letters from my friends at the Orphan-house. I find they are returned in safety to Bethesda, and give a noble account of the General’s conduct. Blessed be God, for enabling him to repel the enemy; but now another distress is come upon poor Georgia. A violent sickness rages and has taken off many. My letters say, the Orphan-house surgeon had 50 under his hands. This, I trust, will more and more convince the Honourable Trustees, of the benefit the Orphan-house is and will be to the Colony. I hear, that Mr. O――, the minister of Savannah, is dead. I know one Mr. M――, a clergyman in the Isle of Man, who would go over and supply his place, if he was applied to. The Bishop of Sodor and Man I believe will give him a recommendation. You may acquaint the Honourable Trustees with this, and let me know their answer. I hope in about two months to embark for Georgia. I find God has given my family a good crop; but the hands are sick, so they cannot speedily carry it in. What condition the Orphan-house was in lately, the inclosed will shew. Be pleased to let the Honourable Trustees have a sight of it, and believe me to be, dear Sir,

Your obliged friend and servant,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXXIII.

To Mr. C――.

London, Nov. 20, 1742.

My very dear Brother,

THE first part of your letter did not surprize me at all, though it made me look up to the Lord for you. I believed you would be down in the valley of humiliation soon; but fear not, it is only that you may be exalted the more. I trust, this will find you mounting on wings like an eagle, walking, yet not weary; running, yet not faint. God has, does, and will remarkably appear for you. Doubtless, you are his servant and minister. He therefore that touches you, touches the apple of God’s eye. Poor Wiltshire people! I pity them. If I knew their Bishop, I would apply to him on their behalf. I wrote to the Bishop of Bangor for our brethren in Wales, and have received a very favourable answer. The wrath of man shall turn to God’s praise, and the remainder of it he will restrain. How wonderfully has he appeared in all ages for his church and people! My dear family abroad has been marvellously preserved. Blessed be God, they are returned to Bethesda in peace. We have sweet seasons daily, and I am carried in the arms of love. My Master careth for me, and seems to order my goings in his way. O help me to praise him. I think you are never forgotten by, my dear C――,

Your most affectionate brother and servant,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXXIV.

To Mr. J―― E――.

London, Nov. 23, 1742.

Dear Sir,

HOW gently does the Lord deal with his followers? “As a father pitieth his own children, so is the Lord merciful to them that fear him.” Now your father is a little uneasy, your grandfather is more favourable. The Lord will never suffer you to be tempted above what you will be enabled to bear. He will make a way for you to escape. I am glad you have determined to study at E――. Two things, I would earnestly recommend to your constant study, the book of God, and your own heart. These two, well understood, will make you an able minister of the New Testament. In what manner you shall be hereafter employed, I would have you be indifferent about. “Take no thought for the morrow.” Let the Lord send you, when and where he will send you. In the mean while, do as much for God in a private way as you can. “Exercise thyself unto godliness,” and walk so humbly, that all may know our Lord has chosen you to be a gospel prophet. I rejoice, that the work is still going on. Blessed be God, we have good times here. I am kept in great liberty. Be pleased to desire all to accept of hearty love from, dear Sir,

Your most affectionate friend and servant,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXXV.

To the Earl of ――.

London, Nov. 23, 1742.

My Lord,

SINCE I wrote to your Lordship, I have received a comfortable packet of letters from Georgia, giving me an account of my family’s safe return to their Bethesda. The deliverance of Georgia from the Spaniards, one of my friends writes me, is such as cannot be parralleled, but by some few instances out of the Old Testament. I find that the Spaniards had cast lots, and determined to give no quarter. They intended to attack Carolina, but wanting water they put into Georgia, and so would take that Colony in their way. But “the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong.” Providence ruleth all things. They were wonderfully repelled and sent away, before our ships were seen. Surely God remembered the prayers of the poor orphans, and the earnest cries which have been put up on their behalf. I find they now live at a smaller expence. They hunt and shoot for a good part of their food. Their crop gives them a considerable quantity of peas, potatoes, &c. and they kill some of their own stock. There has been a great sickness at Savannah. Some of the labourers have been taken off, but none of the children, as I hear, have died as yet. I hope this will find your Lordship perfectly recovered, and your honoured consort, Lady ――, and all your Lordship’s family, rejoicing in God. He is pleased to give me much of his love, and to bless me every day. Several of our friends in Wales have been unjustly excommunicated. I have sent two letters, and have received kind answers from the Bishop of Bangor. Perilous times, perhaps, are coming on; but this is my comfort, “the gates of hell shall never prevail against the church of Christ.” Hoping for a line from your Lordship, if it be not too much trouble, I subscribe myself, my Lord,

Your Lordship’s most obedient, obliged humble servant,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXXVI.

To Miss W――.

London, November 23, 1742.

My dear Miss W――,

YOUR letter affected me much, and if it had not been for business, I should have answered it ere now. It is the hardest thing in the world to keep the creature in his proper place. We are apt to esteem the ministers of Jesus either too much or too little. One while, we could pluck out our eyes to give them; at another time, run into a contrary extreme, and not pay them that respect which is their due for their Master’s sake. The love that a child of God feels for its spiritual father, is certainly unspeakable. O how can I but love him, who under God has brought me from darkness into light! Methinks I hear dear Miss W―― say, “how indeed!” But here is danger, lest the affections should be too much entangled, and we unwilling to give up the beloved object to our God. This, I suppose, is dear Miss W――’s case, and I can say,

I know how sore this trial is,

For I have felt the same.

O what have I suffered in parting from spiritual friends, especially such as were my Isaac’s! But Christ’s grace has been sufficient for me, and so it will be for you. I have prayed for you, and hope by this time dear Miss W―― can say, my spiritual Father keeps his proper place, and I walk in liberty and the love of God. Indeed, my dear Miss, no one but the searcher of hearts knows, what a real concern I have for your eternal welfare. I verily believe I shall see you sitting at the right hand of your Redeemer. Surely he has captivated and stolen your heart away. I hope nothing will divert you from him; but with a single eye to his glory, you will go through good report and evil report, ’till you come to the blessed place, where the wicked will cease from troubling, and your weary soul enjoy an everlasting rest. Glad shall I be to hear from you every opportunity. Ere long I must away. Pray our Saviour to help me under all my difficulties, but at the same time help me to praise him: for amidst all my various circumstances, I am kept joying in God, and made more than conqueror through his love. We have had blessed times since my arrival here.

Your most affectionate friend and servant in Christ,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXXVII.

To the Bishop of Bangor.

London, Nov. 23, 1742.

My Lord,

I Humbly thank your Lordship for your Lordship’s second kind letter. Your Lordship shall have Mr. C――’s letter whenever your Lordship pleases to demand it. I sent it for no other purpose, than to let your Lordship into the affair as far as lay in my power. I am quite willing your Lordship should hear both sides. I doubt not but your Lordship will do justice. The candour and moderation which breathe in your Lordship’s letters, and your condescension in writing to me, incline me to take the freedom of begging your Lordship’s acceptance of my last volume of sermons, and the Orphan-house accounts, from, my Lord,

Your Lordship’s most obliged, obedient son and servant,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXXVIII.

To Professor Frank, in Germany.

London, Nov. 24, 1742.

Rev. Sir,

LONG have I designed writing to you, but something or another has always prevented me. However, I can now defer it no longer. For though I never saw you in the flesh, yet I love and highly esteem you in the bowels of Jesus Christ, and wish you much prosperity in the work of the Lord. Your honoured father’s memory is very precious to me. His account of the Orphan-house hath, under God, been a great support and encouragement to me in a like undertaking. How it prospers, the account sent with this will inform you. Only it will be proper to observe, that since the publication of the last, there have been upwards of 300l. collected. I am yet about 400l. in arrears. But I know in whom I have believed, for the carrying on of that building. Hitherto it has answered its motto, and has been like the burning bush on fire, but not consumed. The Colony’s late deliverance from the Spaniards was very extraordinary. I cannot but think the Lord intends yet to do great things for Georgia. How is it with the Saltzburghers? I have not heard. Sometime ago I sent them over twenty pounds, and wish it was in my power to send them more. About January, God willing, I intend to embark. In the mean while, I should be glad to know, Rev. Sir, how it is with your Orphan-house? and whether you have any commands to Georgia? I suppose you have heard of the work of God in Scotland. Indeed the word has run and been glorified, and Jesus has gotten himself the victory in many hearts. In England also he is pleased to bless us. Here are many close followers of the blessed Lamb of God, and though there is a difference of opinion between me and Mr. W――, yet Jesus pities us and blesses us all. I long for that time, “when the watchmen shall all see eye to eye; when the leopard shall lie down with the kid, the lion eat straw like the ox, and the people of God learn war and jangle no more.” Hasten that time, O glorious Emmanuel, and let thy kingdom come!—Rev. Sir, whilst I am writing, the fire of love kindles in my heart. I am amazed, to think the blessed Jesus should employ such an unworthy wretch as I am: But thy grace is free, for, O my God, it found me out. The love you bear to the lovely Jesus, I am persuaded will excite you to pray for me. Glad should I be of a line from you, and the Rev. Mr. Ulspurgher; but I deserve no regard for not writing to you both. But you know how to forgive, for God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you. Hoping therefore for a line from you by the hands of the Rev. Mr. Z――, I subscribe myself, Reverend and dear Sir,

Your most obliged, affectionate, tho’ unworthy younger brother and servant in the kingdom and patience of the blessed Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCLXXXIX.

To Mr. P――, of Newbury.

London, Nov. 27, 1742.

Rev. and dear Sir,

THIS morning I received your sweet and lovely letter. It humbled me before God; but I rejoiced, as I had long since publickly recanted all that is exceptionable in that extract. I think I was overseen in publishing it; but this is not the first blunder I have made. My mistakes have been so many, and my imprudence so great, that I have often wondered that the glorious Jesus would employ me in his service. But he has proved his eternal goodness, long-suffering, and love, by bearing with me, and, Rev. and dear Sir, he still delights to honour me. Since I have been in London, he has given me great freedom of soul, and caused his word to come with power. I have news of my family being safe at Georgia. God willing, I purpose to embark next January. I most heartily thank you for this last instance of your love, and pray our dear Jesus to reward you for it. Your seeing what a poor, weak, fallible creature I am, I trust will stir you up to be more earnest for me at the throne of grace. Next week I intend sending you a parcel, wherein you will have more particular accounts of the work in Scotland. I hear the gospel flourishes in Gloucestershire and Wales. Dear Mr. C―― will be sadly missed. But he is in peace, and the residue of the spirit is in the Redeemer’s hands. That you and your dear flock and family may experience a large effusion of it in your dear souls, is and shall be the earnest prayer of, dear and Rev. Sir,

Your most affectionate, tho’ most unworthy brother and servant in Jesus Christ,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCXC.

To the Bishop of Sarum.

Nov. 30, 1742.

My Lord,

I Beg your Lordship’s pardon for troubling you with this. I believe your Lordship will not be offended, when you know the cause. There is one Mr. C――, a true lover of Jesus Christ, who has been much honoured in bringing many poor sinners in Wiltshire to the knowledge of themselves and of God. He is a member of the Church of England, but sadly opposed by the clergy in Wiltshire, as well as by many that will come to hear him preach. In a letter, dated November 16th, from Toxham, he writes thus: “The enemy seems to be more awakened in the villages round about us, than before. The ministers of Bramble, Segery, Langley, and many others, have strictly forbidden the church-wardens and overseers to let any of the C――’s have any thing out of the parish; and they obey them, and tell the poor, if they cannot stop them from following any other way, they will famish them. Several of the poor, who have great families (to my own knowledge) have already been denied any help, for this reason, because they follow this way. Some of the people have, out of fear, denied they ever came, and others have been made to promise they will come no more; whilst the most part come at the loss of friends and all they have. When the officers threatned some to take away their pay; they answered, if you starve us, we will go, and rather than we will forbear, we will live upon grass like the kine. Surely the cries of the distressed people have already entered into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth.” In another letter I received from him last night, he writes thus: “I should be glad if you could mention the cruelty of the ministers of Bramble, and Segery, to the Bishop of Sarum; indeed, their doings are inhuman. The cry of the people, because of their oppression, is very great; several suffer amazingly.”—In compliance with my dear friend’s request, I presume to lay the matter, as he represents it, before your Lordship, being persuaded that your Lordship will not favour persecuting practices, or approve of such proceedings to keep people to the Church of England. Should this young man leave the Church, hundreds would leave it with him. But I know that at present he has no such design. If your Lordship pleases to give me leave, I would wait upon your Lordship upon the least notice. Or if your Lordship is pleased to send a line into Wiltshire, to know the truth of the matter, and judge accordingly, it will satisfy, my Lord,

Your Lordship’s most obedient son and servant,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCXCI.

To Mr. J――.

London, Dec. 4, 1742.

IF my dear brother J―― took it kind, that I called at his house, I am sure I took it much kinder that he was pleased to send unworthy me so kind a letter. It has so affected me, that I have been praying before my Saviour for you; and though nature calls for rest, I cannot obey it, before I have written to my dear Mr. J――. Vile, unfaithful as I am, my Master lets me have my hands full of work. From morning ’till midnight I am employed, and, glory be to rich grace, I am carried through the duties of each day with chearfulness, and almost uninterrupted tranquility. Our society is large, but in good order, and we make improvements daily. My Master gives us much of his gracious presence, both in our public and private administrations. In our love-feasts, Jesus comes and says, “Peace be unto you.” In our great congregation, he gives poor sinners to look, and mourn, and live. In Scotland the work was very extraordinary. In Wales the word runs and is glorified much. In Gloucestershire, Wiltshire, and Bristol, our Lord gets himself the victory in many hearts. In Newcastle, our brother W――’s are blessed much, and I heartily rejoice to hear that our dear Saviour is so much among you. If I know any thing of this my desperately wicked heart, I am dead to parties, and freed from the pain, which on that account once disturbed the peace of my soul. Indeed, Jesus has taken many things from me, and made me to experience, that in him there is plenteous redemption. About January, I purpose, God willing, to embark for Georgia. My dear family hath been wonderfully preserved. As the Orphan-house was built by faith, I trust the gates of hell shall never prevail against it. Methinks I hear my dear Mr. J―― say, Amen. I most cordially salute your dear Lady, dear brother S――, and all the brethren. I saw our dear S―― before he went. I intended having some sweet fellowship with the church in Yorkshire, but was prevented by riding post. If dear brother H――, or D――, or any of the brethren, have any thing to say to a poor sinner, I should be glad to hear from them. Let this provoke you, my dear brother, to send me another letter. I’ll redeem time from sleep, rather than it should not be answered by, my dear Mr. J――,

Your most affectionate, though unworthy, sinful and younger brother in Jesus Christ,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCXCII.

To the Bishop of Bristol.

London, Dec. 5, 1742.

My Lord,

AS your Lordship was pleased to contribute towards the Orphan-house in Georgia, I think your Lordship has a right to hear how that undertaking succeeds. I have made bold to send your Lordship the accounts of it, which are published. Since the last was printed, I have collected about 300l. and have heard that my family are all safe at the Orphan-house. I have also taken the freedom of sending your Lordship my last volume of sermons; in accepting of which, your Lordship will much oblige

Your Lordship’s most obedient son and servant,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCXCIII.

To Mr. S――, at Worcester.

London, Dec. 9, 1742.

Rev. and dear Sir,

HOWEVER engaged I may be, I think it my duty to answer your kind letter as soon as possible. It is not fit that my Master’s aged servant should wait long for an answer from a younger brother, especially as I know you write with so much difficulty. I thank you, Rev. Sir, for your plain dealing. It is what pleaseth me well. Indeed, I feel myself a poor, vile, worthless creature, and am glad to receive advice from you, who have been so long in the Redeemer’s service. However ungrateful it may be to the old man, the language of my heart is, “Lord, search me and try me, and whatever secret wickedness lurks in my soul, discover it to me, and give me power over it, that nothing may divert me from that way, which leads me to life everlasting.” Your advice, Rev. Sir, in respect to preaching, was salutary and good, and if I may speak any thing of myself, is what I keep close to. I am remarked for my evangelical preaching, and comforting the mourners of Zion. I am never so much in my element, as when I preach free grace to the chief of sinners. As to the gentleman you mention, I do not remember I ever conversed with such a person. I believe there can scarce an instance be given of any one sent to Bedlam by my sermons. But I rejoice in this, and all other calumnies that are cast upon me.

All hail reproach, welcome pain,

Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain.

I must have some thorn in the flesh, to serve as a poise to the great honour my Master is pleased to put upon me. In Scotland, my reception was extraordinary. It was almost wholly amongst the people and clergy of the kirk, with many of the highest rank. I was very intimate with several persons of quality, who I trust have been awakened to a true sense of the divine life, and enabled to count all things but dung and dross for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus their Lord. My chief opposition was from the dear Mr. E――s and the associate presbytery. They first invited me to Scotland; but finding I would preach for the ministers of the established church, as well as for them, they spoke all manner of evil against me falsly, and imputed all the work in Scotland and New-England to the agency of the evil spirit. I pitied, prayed for, and loved them, and do so still. O, reverend Sir, what thanks shall I give to my Lord for carrying me through so many trying dispensations? I know you will help me to adore and praise him. I am much blessed here. We have many gracious souls. Ere long I must leave them. I have not the least thought of seeing Worcester. Glad shall I be to kiss your aged hands; but I shall see you in glory. Begging the continuance of your prayers, and with all possible thanks for all favours, I subscribe myself, reverend and dear Sir,

Your most obliged and affectionate friend and younger brother and servant in Jesus,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCXCIV.

To Mr. D――, of Edinburgh.

London, Dec. 18, 1742.

My very dear Friend and Brother,

LAST night, just before your kind letter came to hand, I had been lying on my face before our compassionate High-Priest, telling him what great expences lay before me for his great Name sake. I wanted 300l. to pay for the Orphans, and much to pay for my own necessary expences, which he, by his providence, brought upon me. Your letter came as an answer to my prayer. It humbled, at the same time that it elated my soul, and greatly strengthened my faith. Surely the Lord is on my side, and the Orphan-house will stand unconsumed in fire. The enemies, and even many friends of Jesus speak against it; but this is all to bring me nearer to the blessed Jesus, and to convince me that our extremity is God’s opportunity. My dear man, God will abundantly bless you for helping me at this juncture. I can find but few, who think it a favour to do any thing for God, and love to help a friend to the very last. O, dear Sir, was you here, I could weep over you, and thank you most heartily. Last night I was enabled to intercede for you very much. God will hear my prayer, and not let my dear friend lose his reward. The 16th of this month was my birth-day. It made me blush to think how much sin I have committed against, and how little good I have done for God. As soon as I opened and read your letter, amazed, I cried out, I am the vilest wretch living, and so I think now. I know you will pray for me, and thank our Saviour too. He is very kind to me. Our society goes on well. I am now in my winter-quarters, preparing for a fresh campaign. Though I richly deserve it, yet our infinitely condescending Jesus will not lay me aside, until he has performed all his good pleasure in and by me. Wishing you, my dear Sir, all the blessings of the everlasting covenant, and sending you ten thousand thanks for all favours, I subscribe myself,

Your most obliged affectionate friend, brother, and unworthy servant in Jesus Christ,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCXCV.

To Mr. I――.

London, Dec. 21, 1742.

My very dear Brother,

WHEN your letters come, I find great freedom to send immediate answers. A proof this, I trust, that our Saviour intends our brotherly love not only to continue, but increase. This day I dined with old Mr. F――, and was kindly entertained by him and his wife. I then remembered what sweet counsel we had there taken together, and rejoiced in the happy prospect of our being ere long for ever together with our blessed and glorious Lord. My brother, what has our Saviour done for us since that time? What is he doing for us now? what did he do ere time began? what will he do when time shall be no more? O how sweet is it to be melted down with a sense of redeeming love! It is this must strike the rock, and break the bars of unbelief asunder. O! to be kept always low at the feet of Jesus! It is right, my brother, always to insist on poverty of spirit, and emptying the creature of self. I heartily join with you in your petition for yourself and unworthy me. I know what a dreadful thing it is, to carry much sail without proper ballast, and to rejoice in a false liberty. Joy floating upon the surface of an unmortified heart, is but of short continuance. It puffs up, but doth not edify. I thank our Saviour that he is shewing us here more of our hearts, and more of his love. I doubt not but he deals so with you. I heartily greet your dear houshold, and your societies, and return my love to Mr. S――. I have heard him mentioned by lady F―― G――. If our Saviour gives me leave, I would gladly come to Yorkshire. But I think the cloud points strongly towards Georgia. He hath taken wonderful care of the sheep left in yonder wilderness, and interposed mightily in their behalf. I know you will thank him for it. I have had a loving conference with dear Mr. B――, and have received a sweet gospel-letter from dear Mr. H――. With this I send to him, you, and yours, and all the brethren, most hearty love, and am, my very dear brother,

Ever yours in Christ,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCXCVI.

To the Honourable Colonel G――.

London, Dec. 21, 1742.

Honoured Sir,

YOUR kind letter put me in mind of righteous Lot, whose soul was grieved day by day at the ungodly conversation of the wicked. It was the same with holy David. His eyes, like yours, honoured Sir, gushed out with water because men kept not God’s law. Let this be your comfort, honoured Sir, that ere long “the wicked shall cease from troubling you, and your weary soul shall be at rest.” Our Saviour will give you a discharge, when you have fought a few more battles for him. An exceeding and eternal weight of glory is laid up for you, which God the righteous judge shall give you at that day. I confess your situation and employment cannot be very agreeable to a disciple of the prince of peace. But persons can better judge for themselves, than strangers can judge for them. However, I cannot say, I would change posts. Indeed, honoured Sir, I think mine is a glorious employ. I am not ashamed of my master, though my master may well be ashamed of me. I know no other reason, why Jesus has put me into the ministry, than because I am the chief of sinners, and therefore fittest to preach free grace to a world lying in the wicked one. Blessed be God, he gives much success, and for the generality answers your prayers, by giving me a thriving soul in a healthful body. But O my unfruitfulness! I am often ashamed that I can do no more for that Jesus who hath redeemed me by his own most precious blood. Honoured Sir, the thoughts quite confound me. O that I could lie lower! then should I rise higher. Could I take deeper root downwards, then should I bear more fruit upwards. I want to be poor in spirit. I want to be meek and lowly in heart. I want to have the whole mind that was in Christ Jesus. Blessed be his name for what he has given me already. Blessed be his name, that out of his fulness I receive grace for grace. O that my heart was Christ’s library! I would not have one thief to lodge in my Redeemer’s temple. “Lord, scourge out every thief,” is the daily language of my heart. The Lord will hear my prayer, and let my cry come unto him. I have just been writing to your honoured lady. I think she grows in grace. May you and yours be filled with all the fulness of God! In about six weeks, God willing, I purpose to embark for Georgia. Our Lord has wonderfully appeared for my poor orphans. I am yet in arrears for them, but my God knows how to supply all my wants. I am enabled to cast all my care upon him, believing that he careth for me. I hope to have the favour of another letter before I embark. In the mean while, I beg the continuance of your prayers, and am, honoured Sir,

Your most affectionate, though very unworthy brother, and servant in our glorious head,

G. W.

LETTER CCCCXCVII.

To Lady Jane H―― C――.

London, Dec. 23, 1742.

Honoured Madam,

HOW are we obliged to your Ladyship? Had I time I would endeavour to tell you; but this is my comfort, when I have not time to write, I have a heart given me to pray for my dear friends, and you, Honoured Madam, have a constant share in my poor petitions. I find by yours to my wife, that you complain of darkness. Ere now, I hope the day-star hath again risen in your heart, and you have been made to rejoice with exceeding great joy. Our Lord will not leave you comfortless; he will send the Holy Ghost to comfort you. The time of singing of birds shall come. Our Lord will not be always chiding.—This is only to shew you more of your heart, and make you what you long to be, a very poor sinner. Our hearts, Honoured Madam, are so desperately wicked, deceitful above all things, that without repeated instances of feeling our helplessness and misery, we should forget ourselves, and run away from the feet of our Lord and Saviour. He therefore, in love, empties before he fills; humbles before he exalts. At least, he is pleased to deal thus with me. I thank him for it, from my inmost soul: for was it not so, his mercies would destroy us. He helps me also to praise him. When I discover a new corruption, I am as thankful as a centinel keeping watch in a garrison, would be at spying a straggling enemy come near him. I stand not fighting with it myself in my own strength, but run immediately and tell the captain of my salvation. By the sword of his spirit, he soon destroys it, and makes me exceeding happy. This is what I call a simple looking to Christ. I know of no other effectual way of keeping the old man down, after he has gotten his deadly blow. Look up then, dear Madam, to a wounded Saviour. Go to him as a little child. Tell him your whole heart. He will hear your lisping, and set your soul at liberty. He is pleased graciously to answer my petitions, and to bless my poor labours. We have many good souls in our society, that are gently coming into the knowledge of themselves. Our Saviour deals most lovingly with us indeed. Last night we had a general love-feast. It was exceeding awful and refreshing. I could have wished for some of my dear Scotland friends. I was enabled to pray for them most fervently. May Jesus bless this letter to your soul! Wishing, above all things, that it may be in health and prosper, and with humble acknowledgments for all favours, I subscribe myself, Honoured Madam,

Your Ladyship’s most obliged humble servant,

G. W.

The End of the First Volume.