60. Letter Dlvii.
LETTER DLVII.
T o the Same.
Plymouth, August 3, 1744.
My dear, dear Friend, IT is past ten, or I would write you a long letter. Our convoy is come, and perhaps we may sail to-morrow. It is delightful to be here. We come from Dock in the evenings, in great companies, singing and praising God. Our parting there has been more awful than words can express. I shall have sailed before you can answer this.
Eternal Jesus, bless thy word, Be mindful of thy child; Behold thy servant; be thou, Lord, His helmet, sword, and shield.
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Close by thy side him ever keep; Still hold him in thy hand,
Till he and all thy ransom'd sheep, Shall rest in their own land.
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The preachers and the people there, Shall thee in fulness see; Shall keep the long sabbatic year, The feast of jubilee.
If we never meet again in this suffering world, God grant that we may ere long see each other in the heavenly paradise, where all tears shall be wiped from our eyes, and death, sin, and sorrow we shall know no more. Farewel.
Ever, ever yours, G. W.