_Cast him not off, should health decline,_ _Or hoary hairs arise;_ _And round him let thy glories shine,_ _Whene’er thy servant dies._
I doubt not but the LORD JESUS will say, _Amen_. Whether I shall have the pleasure of seeing you on this side eternity, is uncertain. It was no small self-denial for me to leave _America_ without going to the _Northward_; but the cloud moved towards _England_. Here (O amazing condescension!) the glorious _Emmanuel_ vouchsafes still to own and bless my feeble labours. In _Scotland_, _Wales_, and the parts in and near _Yorkshire_, we have seen blessed days of the Son of Man. I am now in my Winter quarters, longing for Spring, to take the field again. Had I a thousand tongues and lives, JESUS should have them all. I am sorry, quite sorry that not one of his ministers could venture over the _Atlantick_ for _New-Jersey_ College. Two general collections have lately been made upon other occasions in _Scotland_. What a pity, when all circumstances concurred, that such a favourable opportunity should have been lost? I can only lament that, which I did all I could to prevent. And now, honoured Sir, I must bid you farewel. Ere long I hope to see you in a better world: perhaps we may meet again in this. Dear _America_ is much upon my heart. Thanks be to GOD, _Bethesda_ is now put on a good and flourishing foundation, and I hear hath escaped the late hurricane in _South-Carolina_. Great are thy judgments, O GOD;――and great are thy mercies also! both past finding out. To the infinitely great and gracious I AM, do I most earnestly commend both you and yours, and with ten thousands thanks for all your unmerited favours, I beg leave to subscribe myself, honoured Sir,
Your Excellency’s most obliged, dutiful, and ready servant for CHRIST’s sake, _G. W._