360. Letter Mcccxxiii.
LETTER MCCCXXIII.
T o Mr. P――e.
Bethesda, February 3, 1765.
My dear Mr. P――e, YOUR kind letter lies by me. Love unfeigned constrains me to answer it.
We have just been wishing that some of our London friends were here. We have love feasts every day. Nothing but peace and plenty reign in Bethesda, this house of mercy. God be praised, for making the chapel such a Bethel. I believe it will yet be a gate of heaven to many souls. Whether we live or die, we shall see greater things. Remember, my dear friend, to ask something worthy of a God to give. Be content with nothing short of himself. His presence alone, can fill and satisfy the renewed soul. Trials only empty the heart, and thereby make way for further communications from above. Seed time and harvest, summer and winter, will always succeed each other here. Do you not find it so, dear Mr. and Mrs. A――r, as well as your friend Mr. P――e? Though you do not write, I will venture to answer for you—Yes.—Well, then let us go on, till we enter into our
eternal summer, our uninterrupted harvest. Haste we, haste we; the Lord is at hand! Pray that my tardy pace may be quickened; get all enquiring friends to join with you; and believe me to be, my dear Mr. P――e,
Yours, &c. in our sympathizing Lord, G. W.