306. Letter Mcclxix.
LETTER MCCLXIX.
T o Mr. D――.
Sunderland, September 19, 1762.
My dear Mr. D――, I CAN only send you a few lines: but I hope they will be acceptable ones.
Your last packet came to my hands yesterday. Blessed be God that all is so well! You will be glad to hear, that I can preach once a day, and that I have now a prospect of embarking soon. We expect peace, and I hope the places in London will be provided for. Pray keep the family as small as you can.
Sickness lowers my circumstances. But Jesus is all in all. I hope to see dear Mr. S――k's friends in a few days. I am glad he is at Ephrata. Tender love to him and his, to dear Mrs. C――, Mrs. P――l, and to all. I can no more.
I write this at a venture, to send by way of Scotland, where the Redeemer hath been owning my feeble labours. Grace! grace! When I come to London, God willing, you shall hear again from, my very dear friends,
Yours, &c. &c. in our common Lord, G. W.