_To the Reverend Mr. B――――._
_London, April 3, 1756._
_My dear Friend_,
NONE but he, whose name and nature is love, can tell what I felt at the receipt of your kind letter. O how did the welfare of dear never to be forgotten _New England_, lie upon my heart. How could I have wished for the wings of a dove to fly thither! The delightful interviews we have had together, when in the confidence of social prayer we have laid hold on GOD, came so fresh upon my mind, that I knew not what to do. O come, LORD JESUS, come quickly, that friendship begun on earth, may be consummated in the kingdom of heaven! He only knows, what awaits us here below, before we are called to live with him above. _England_ is now equally threatened with _America_. Let this be our comfort, “the LORD reigneth.” Nothing can rob us of our CHRIST,――let us help each other by mutual prayer. Thousands here hold up their hands daily for you. I know you will gladly return the favour. You would be pleased to see how eagerly people attend the word. I think the awakening, and prospect of doing good in _London_, is as great as ever. Satan hath raged at a place called _Long-Acre_ chapel, near the play-houses, but you know who hath promised to bruise him under our feet. Send me what good news you can from your side the water, and assure all the followers of the Lamb of GOD, that they are upon my poor heart night and day. How goes on your son _Daniel_? May he greatly be beloved! I could fill, yea more than fill a sheet, but with great difficulty I write this. Adieu, my dear friend, for the present. I shall never forget our last pleasant short journey. Surely our hearts burned within us, when we talked of JESUS in the way. I can no more.
Yours, &c.