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 LETTER DCCCIII.

To the Reverend Mr. G.

Reverend and very dear Sir,     London, Jan. 2, 1750.

WITH great pleasure did I receive yesterday a letter from Mr. N, informing me of your boldness and success in the glorious gospel of the ever-blessed. It came just as I was going to read an account of the doings in our parts to multitudes of souls. These lines were sung for you,

Thanks to the, our souls give praise, Because he makes his vineyard thrive; Ten thousand thanks that still he rears, In answer to our daily prayers, Some faithful servants bold for : Uphold them by thy chearing blood!

will hear our prayer; our cry shall come unto him. Go on, my dear Mr. G. The more you do, the more you may do for the ever-blessed. Be instant in season and out of season, and boldly say,

For this let men revile my name, No cross I'll shun, I'll fear no shame; All bail reproach, and welcome pain, Only thy terrors,, restrain.

May bless you among the students! Their names are Legion. He that catches one of them, catches many at once. We have blessed seasons here. I have good news from Virginia. I hear every day of fresh persons lately brought under conviction. A learned gospel minister, who was lately turned out for the sake of, I believe will be up here soon. Grace! grace! The more we are cast out, the more will come in unto us. You must remember me to all. Want of leisure, not of love, prevents my writing. I have frequently scarce time to eat bread: and little of that serves me. But is the bread of life. Whilst his servants feed others, he feasts them. Do you not find this true by