_To Captain G――――._
_London, Dec. 20, 1752._
_My dear Captain_,
ONE would imagine, that you and I were never to meet any more on this side eternity. I often, often think of you, and long to see and converse with you; but GOD only knows when. We are now about to erect a _new Tabernacle_ eighty foot square, which I fear will detain me in _England_ the ensuing Summer. Pen cannot well describe, how white the fields have been, and how ready to harvest, in _Wales_, _Scotland_, and the _North_ of _England_. I could sometimes scarce tell, whether I was in or out of the body. Grace! grace! I am now in Winter quarters, where our LORD gives us fresh conquests, gained by his word every day. We do not dispute, but love. I find more and more that truth is great; and however seemingly crush’d for a while, will in the end prevail. But there must be a kind of death upon every promise, and upon every thing that is done for GOD. Thus hath it been with _Georgia_ and _Bethesda_. O that we may learn to wait! Then shall we certainly see the salvation of GOD. I pity our dear friends in _Charles-Town_. O GOD, how great are thy judgments, as well as thy mercies! May they hear the rod, and who hath appointed it! My soul is distressed for them. May this severe correction make them truly great! When you send any thing to _Savannah_, I should be obliged to you, if you would send a few things to _Bethesda_. Our LORD will bless you for it. I hope there are now above twenty negroes at work upon the new plantation. May the LORD JESUS convert them, and every other member of my family! And O that I may be converted myself more and more every day and hour! I am ashamed of my being such a dwarf in religion, and of my having so little of the mind of CHRIST. I hope you, my dear old friend, do find his grace sufficient for you, to keep your heart above the world, and continually alive to GOD. My prayer for you is, that you may have power to get wealth, and grace to improve it for the Redeemer’s glory, and his people’s good: then you will be rich for both worlds, and GOD, even your own GOD, will give you and yours his blessing. Why do you not write to dear Mr. _S――――_? He is a heavenly-minded man indeed, and my bosom friend. I suppose Mr. _D――――_ will acquaint you of my having been at his house; we are kind friends still: he and his very much regard you. What cannot GOD do? How faithful is he to those, who “seek first his kingdom, and the righteousness thereof.” Let these words be written over your store-house door; or rather let them be written on the table of your heart. I can add no more. A variety of business demands my attention. My dear man, farewel. Had I wings, I would fly and see you, and my other never to be forgotten _Philadelphia_ friends. Continue to pray, and perhaps I may yet come sooner than expectation. My wife joins in sending love to you and your houshold. Accept the same in the most endearing manner, from one that loves you more than a brother, even
Yours, &c. _G. W._