_To Mr. J――――ss._
_London, August 16, 1768._
_Dear Mr. J――――ss_,
BLESSED be the GOD and Father of our LORD JESUS CHRIST, who hath so mercifully preserved you in your going out and coming in, and caused you to triumph in every place! You may continue your gospel range, till Mr. _E――――ds_ leaves _London_; then we must think of Winter quarters. Let us work whilst it is day. The late very unexpected breach, is a fresh proof that the night soon cometh when no man can work¹. Pray where may I find that grand promise made to _Abraham_ after _Sarah_’s death? May it be fulfilled in you, whilst your _Sarah_ is yet alive! Sweet bereavements, when GOD himself fills up the chasm! Through mercy I find it so. Adieu. Tender love to all. Brethren, pray for us. I suppose I must direct to brother _Adams_ at _Rodborough_. He expects you there. That you may be owned in every place more and more, heartily prays, my dear man,
Yours, &c. &c. in our JESUS,