46. Letter Dxliii.
LETTER DXLIII.
T o the Same.
Birmingham, Dec. 27, 1743.
WANT of time, not of love, prevented my writing to you from Gloucester.
Neither have I now leisure to be very particular. It is near eleven at night, and nature calls for rest. I have preached five times this day, and, weak as I am, through Christ strengthening me, I could preach five times more. I think I was scarce ever so happy before. Surprizing! how the Lord Jesus hath made way for me in these parts. I lose nothing by being quiet and leaving all to him. O was you here, what could I not tell you? The weather is just like Spring. That the day-spring from on high may visit your heart, till you rise to eternal perfect day, earnestly prays
Yours, &c.
G. W.