263. Letter Mccxxvi.
LETTER MCCXXVI.
T o the Reverend Mr. G――.
Edinburgh, July 7, 1759.
Reverend and very dear Sir, GOD willing, I purpose to see G――; but cannot as yet fix the day. I preach, and people flock as usual; but Scotland is not London. The Redeemer is doing wonders there. Every post brings forth good news.
God's Spirit blows when and where it listeth. O for a gale before the storm!
I expect one is at hand. The refuge is as near. Jesus is our hiding-place. O for a hiding-place in heaven! When will my turn come? Some say, not yet; for (would you think it?) I am growing fat: so did Mr. Darracot a little before he died. O that my latter end may be like his! You will not forget a worthless but willing pilgrim. Hearty love to all.
Yours, &c. &c. in the best bonds, G. W.