_To Mr. K――――._
_London, July 12, 1748._
_My dear Brother_,
AT my first arrival, you judged right that I am pretty much taken up; however, I must snatch a few minutes to answer your kind, very kind letter. Blessed be GOD, that the mercies bestowed on hell-deserving me, have, through the thanksgivings of many, redounded to the glory of the blessed JESUS. O that the same prayers that have drawn me hither, may draw down showers of blessings upon GOD’s church. Now I am come, do you and my other friends continue to pray and hold up your hands, and in the strength of JESUS CHRIST I will go on fighting. The fields seem to be as white as ever. I trust the shout of a king is among us. O for humility, love and zeal! O for that mind, which was in CHRIST JESUS! I trust that the members of your society are copying after our great Exemplar. As soon as possible I purpose to come down and see you. I thank you for what you have done in respect to the Orphan-house. I could wish the cash was remitted to _London_ immediately, because I want to pay it away. Surely the time will come, when I shall owe no man any thing but love. Then, and ’till the day of my death, _Poor, yet making many rich_, shall be my motto. You will remember me in the kindest manner to all the followers of the Lamb; and that you may be filled with all his fulness, is the prayer of
Yours, &c. _G. W._