_To Mr. R―――― K――――n._
_Plymouth, December 5, 1762._
_My dear steady Friend_,
I MUST not be out of town, without sending my dear Mr. _K――――n_ a few loving lines. Blessed be GOD for a few steady friends! they are rarities even in the church of GOD. But the church is in a wilderness; ere long it will be in _Canaan_. No briars or thorns there. All glory be to Him who hath prepared such a rest for the purchase of his blood. Amen. _Hallelujah!_ You will be glad to hear, that both here and at _Bristol_, souls are under real awakenings. Though I preach in much weakness, an infinitely condescending JESUS vouchsafes to come down in glorious gales of his blessed Spirit. This is all in all. But these are only streams. Ere long we shall drink at the fountain head. Do you not long to leap your seventy years? Blessed be GOD, we are nearer and nearer. Fly, fly, O time! welcome, welcome long wished for eternity! But I must not enlarge. We are going to the LORD’s table. Adieu! Hearty love awaits your whole self. In heaven I will thank you for all favours conferred upon, my dear friend,
Yours in the Friend of sinners,