117. Letter Dcxiv.
LETTER DCXIV.
T o Mr. D――.
New-York, Aug. 30, 1747.
MY dear brother Daniel, thou man greatly beloved, why weepest thou?
Why art thou so cast down? All is forgiven, all is forgotten long ago; be strong, and God shall establish thy heart. Look up, and put thy trust in the Lord. He is a merciful Redeemer; otherwise what could worthless, ungrateful, unfruitful, ill, hell-deserving I do? O how great is his love to usward! How kindly hath he brought me to New-York! Pray let your mourning be turned into praise, and give thanks to the Lord of all lords in behalf of your unworthy friend. You are my old friend. I have loved thee, and do love thee with a peculiar love. May the Lord increase thee more and more, even thee and thy children! I send you and yours most cordial salutations. We set out, God willing, to-morrow on our southern journey. I have good news from the Orphan-house, and my new Plantation. Some negroes are brought under conviction. Mr. B―― was well the latter end of July. I shall take
care of his father's letter. My dear yoke-fellow intends writing to you soon.
In the mean while accept hearty love from, yours as usual, G. W.