_To Mr. N――――._
_Bristol, July 13, 1752._
_Very dear Sir_,
I Am quite sorry to hear that you are so much indisposed. But what shall we say? The LORD JESUS orders all things well. He knows of what we are made; he remembers that we are but dust. As our day is, so shall our strength be. I see more and more, that, like our great Exemplar, we must be made perfect through sufferings. Ere long, the time of reigning will come, and one sight of the ever-loving, ever-lovely JESUS, will make amends for all. O glorious prospect! Well might the apostle say, “that the sufferings of this present time, are not worthy to be compared with the glory that shall be revealed in us.” _O gloriam quantam et qualem!_ Courage then, my dear Sir; he that cometh will come, and will not tarry. I dare not give vent; business obliges me to be short. Here, as well as at _London_, the fields are white, ready unto harvest. This week I pass over to _Wales_. I am a poor, but happy pilgrim. Thanks be to free grace for it. My dutiful respects await good Lady _Jane_, and the young Ladies. Be pleased to accept the same from, very dear Sir,
Yours most affectionately in our common LORD, _G. W._