_To the Reverend Mr. M――――._
_Mitchel-Dean, August 6, 1748._
THOUGH I am now upon the road in my way to _Gloucester_, yet I cannot help dropping you a few lines. Excess of business, not want of respect, has prevented my writing to you before. You, and yours, and all my dear _Scotch_ friends, have been, still are, and by the grace of GOD always will be much upon my heart. I long to hear that their souls prosper. Perhaps next Spring I may pay them another visit. The remainder of this year must be spent in visiting _England_ and _Wales_. Blessed be GOD, there is a prospect of a revival where I have been already, at _London_, _Bristol_, and _Wales_, from whence I am just now come. Our LORD hath been pleased to lift up the light of his countenance upon his poor people. I beg, reverend Sir, the continuance of your prayers, that I may be stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the LORD. At present, through grace, I am willing to spend and be spent for the good of precious and immortal souls. My native air seems to improve my health, and I trust ere long I shall be lively and strong as an eagle. I suppose you have heard that the word of the LORD has been glorified in _Bermudas_. In a short time, I hope the adjacent islands will know what it is to feel the sun of righteousness arising with healing under his wings.
_Blest is faith that trusts his power,_ _Blest are saints that wait his hour;_ _Haste, great conqueror, bring it near;_ _Let the glorious close appear._
Reverend Sir, I could write more; but must away. I beg my most cordial respects may be accepted by your whole fire-side and all friends. I intend writing to dear Mr. _M――――_ soon. In the mean while, I must haste to subscribe myself, reverend and very dear Sir,
Your most affectionate, obliged younger brother, and willing servant for CHRIST’s sake, _G. W._