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 Mr., to your past, add one more favour, "pray that I may be found faithful." I trust I shall have a sweet remembrance of you and my other dear friends, when I go in and out before the. Salute them most affectionately. Exhort them, oh exhort them to continue in the grace of ; and forget not to write to, dear Mr. ,

Yours most affectionately in our dear , G. W.

LETTER LXVIII.

Reverend and dear Sir,      Philadelphia, Nov. 10, 1739.

THOUGH business prevents my corresponding with you so frequently as I did when in England, yet what can hinder me now, but a want of gratitude and love? Accept then, dear Sir, my sincere, though late thanks, for all favours conferred upon me, and assure yourself, I remember both you and your beloved people at the throne of grace. Nothing will rejoice me more than to hear, that the good pleasure of the prospers in your hand. Oh dear Sir, what a gracious Master do we serve! His loving-kindness still prevents, accompanies, and follows me. He has not given me over unto death, but is still pleased to dig and dung round me, and not cut me down as a cumberer of the ground. I long to be purged, dear Sir, that I may bring forth more fruit. Since my retirement from the world, I have seen more and more how full I am of corruption. Nothing could possibly support my soul under the many agonies which oppressed me, when on board, but a consideration of the freeness, eternity, and unchangeableness of 's love to me, the chief of sinners.—In about a twelvemonth, probably, I shall return again to my native country. Satan no doubt will endeavour to stir up all his forces against me. By the help of my, I will once more come forth with my sling and my stone.—I shall wait with impatience to hear how the work goes on in my absence. I trust,, by this time, has sent forth more labourers into his harvest. I heartily wish all the 's servants were prophets. I verily believe, the right-hand of the will not only have the pre-eminence, but also bring mighty things to pass. O how do I long,