Chapter LVIII: Letter LVII

_Bristol, July 31, 1739._
_My dear Brother_,

BLESSED be GOD for bringing you in safety home.――He is a GOD hearing prayer. May he sanctify our meeting. I hope to see you here this week. I shall set out for _Deal_ on _Monday_.――I long to hear how the soul of my dear brother prospers.――I long to embrace you in these unworthy arms.――Methinks I could now sing my nunc dimittis with pleasure, if my eyes could see my dear brother’s salvation. I hope you have conversed with Mr. _Wesley_. It will require some degree of boldness to own either of us before men. GOD vouchsafes to honour us: No wonder our names are cast out as evil.――Dear Mr. ――――, I hear, is staggered with the fear of man.――Sister, I trust, is in a good way. When shall I see you? Come, Oh come and warm my heart, by telling me what GOD hath done for your soul. Eternity will be too short to praise him for what he has done for

Your affectionate brother,

_G. W._