_To Mr. B――――, in London._
_Glasgow, Sept. 4, 1742._ _My dear Brother B――――_,
I Embrace a few moments to answer your kind letter. Not want of love but leisure prevented my doing it before; yet I have not forgotten you in my prayers. Your case hath been upon my heart. I pray GOD you may be enabled, at this time especially, to plead the promise of temporal blessings. Remember, my dear brother, you can call GOD, your GOD and Father: if so, your GOD will supply all your wants. These words were so pressed upon my soul once when in extremity, that I hope I shall never forget them: “Be careful for nothing, but by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known unto GOD.” I have for these eight or nine years past, had no visible settled fund, but fetched in all temporal supplies by pleading the promises. My GOD never failed me, he never will. This morning I have been lecturing upon _Elisha_’s multiplying the widow’s oil. The LORD GOD of _Elisha_ is yet living. O that you may have faith to apply to him. O that you may be willing to be made poor. My brother, I find freedom in writing to you. Blessed be GOD, who hath made any thing that I have spoken of use to your soul. Tell your wife, she must take my advice, and pray with you. She sins, I think, in omitting it. I rejoice to hear that the LORD is with you at the tabernacle. May he be with you more and more! My brother, GOD is doing wonders here indeed. Every day he shews us great things. Yesterday, and the day before, how did he display his power? I am lost when I think of it. O that GOD should ever dwell with such an ill and hell-deserving wretch as I am! Amazing! Thy mercies, O GOD, they humble me. Adieu.
Your unworthy and affectionate friend and brother,