_To Mr. K――――._
_London, January 17, 1758._
_My very dear Timothy_,
YOU will deliver the enclosed. I am glad to write a few lines on such an occasion. GOD grant that the remaining dear single ones may be as well disposed of! I bless the LORD that you are enabled to preach at all. I often think of and sympathize with you. LORD, help me! What an impatient creature should I be, was I to be visited in that manner! But we know who hath promised, “that as our day is, so shall our strength be.” Mrs. _Pearce_ is now out of the state of trial, and I am to bury one of the same name next _Thursday_. Both, I believe, are gone to heaven. LORD JESUS, when will my turn come? What can reconcile us to a longer stay on earth, but the prospect of seeing his kingdom advanced? It is very promising at _London_. Mr. _M――――n_ is a _Boanerges_. The chapel is made a _Bethel_. Blessed be GOD, all is paid. I hope to be with you in the Spring. Adieu. The LORD bless and comfort you! My wife is poorly, but joins in hearty love to your whole self, and all enquiring friends, with, my very dear man,
Yours, &c.