252. Letter Ccli.
LETTER CCLI.
T o the Reverend Mr. C――, in Charles-Town.
On board the Minerva, Feb. 17, 1741.
My dear Brother, THE Lord hath been with me, and is now with me in an especial manner. I have been enabled to prepare nine discourses for the press. My body waxes stronger, and last night the great God in a glorious manner filled and overshadowed my soul. I am panting after the compleat holiness of Jesus my Lord. I have various scenes of action lying before me, and am waiting upon the Lord my God for direction. He assures me that he will be with me.
He saith unto me, "Fear not, speak out, no one shall set upon thee to hurt thee." Dear Mr. C――, God's goodness quite surprizes me. I cannot express myself better, than in a stanza or two of Erskine in his Paraphrase upon Solomon's song.
What wonders Lord dost thou perform, That stoopest thus so low,
To put thy beauty on a worm, And then commend it so.
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What, dost thou praise a native black?
I blush to find it true; O lend me words to render back The praise to whom 'tis due.
I hope my love will find acceptance with all your flock who know me, and who love the Lord Jesus in sincerity. I have often comforted myself and companions with this saying, "Now Mr. C―― and our other friends are praying for us." At the receipt of this, turn your prayers into praises, and then turn your praises again into prayers, in behalf of, dear Mr. C――,
Your affectionate brother and fellow-labourer in Christ Jesus, G. W.