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. I need not exhort you to praise the. You may advertise what paragraphs you think proper, only add that Philadelphia people are building a house for me to preach in, 106 feet long and 74 feet wide. The is bringing mighty things to pass. I am surprizingly strengthened to bear the heat and burden of every day. My dear never leaves nor forsakes me, but works by my unworthy ministry more and more. O that I was humble! O that I was a little, little child! I know not how soon I may be called to England. The inhabitants here are wondrous kind. They attend morning and evening most chearfully on my preaching. We often see the stately steps of our dear in his sanctuary. I am more than happy. I am amazed at the divine goodness. , I abhor myself in dust and ashes! See the wonders of the ; help us to praise him. Excuse me to all my dear friends. For this fortnight past I have not wrote a word of my journal. My sermons, &c. are bought off exceedingly, northward. O pray that an humble child-like spirit may be given to Ever yours in,  G. W.     LETTER CCXI. To the Reverend Mr. D.

My dear Brother D,     Savannah, August 15, 1740.

OUR dear (after being pleased to bring me low by bodily sickness) now gives me liberty to write to you. Whilst I am writing, I find my heart united with yours. I hope we have both drank into the same spirit, and are both instances of the same sovereign, distinguishing, everlasting love. O let us extol it! O let us improve daily! And since sees fit that we shall not die, but live, let us lay ourselves out to declare the works of the. I am ashamed of my past unfruitfulness. Had others received the stock, that hath been intrusted to me, how would they have improved it? Indeed I am an unprofitable servant. In the righteousness of my, is my only refuge. Well may afflict me; I richly deserve it; and when he brings me low, nothing grieves me so much, as to think that I