_To Mr. T――――._
_Edinburgh, Sept. 15, 1748._
_Dear Mr. T――――_,
ERE this can reach _London_, you will find that I have forgot not my promise. No, I love thee too well to do so. Thanks be to GOD, that you begin to awake out of your dream. It has been a dream, though a golden pleasing one. If all was right, such darkness would never come and abide upon your soul. Come, play the man, and, if called to it, leave a worm for GOD. You are not the first that have been called to part with what was as dear as their own souls, or that have seen their beloved object in the possession of another. Better see that, than enjoy the object with guilt upon the mind. How did _Jacob_ smart, all his life-time afterwards, for getting the blessing by a lie? The way of duty is the way of safety. I write this on supposition that your father will be against your proceeding. You will let me know what he says: In the mean while, as our LORD enables, I will pray for you. May the LORD JESUS give us a right judgment in all things! But enough of this. You see the bishop’s charge has turned out as I supposed. Who could imagine otherwise? LORD, humble thy people for giving such wrong touches to the ark! LORD, keep me from doing so any more! O for zeal according to knowledge! O for grace and wisdom to act aright! Yesterday GOD brought me safe here, and I have been received very kindly. This afternoon I am to preach. The effects of it you may know hereafter. For the present, adieu. I recommend you to Him who is able to keep you from falling, and to raise you when fallen; and subscribe myself,
Yours most affectionately in CHRIST JESUS, _G. W._