Chapter LXI: Letter DLVII: To the Same

_Plymouth, August 3, 1744._

_My dear, dear Friend_,

IT is past ten, or I would write you a long letter. Our convoy is come, and perhaps we may sail to-morrow. It is delightful to be here. We come from _Dock_ in the evenings, in great companies, singing and praising GOD. Our parting there has been more awful than words can express. I shall have sailed before you can answer this.

I.

_Eternal JESUS, bless thy word,_
_Be mindful of thy child;_
_Behold thy servant; be thou, LORD,_
_His helmet, sword, and shield._

II.

_Close by thy side him ever keep;_
_Still hold him in thy hand,_
_Till he and all thy ransom’d sheep,_
_Shall rest in their own land._

III.

_The preachers and the people there,_
_Shall thee in fulness see;_
_Shall keep the long sabbatic year,_
_The feast of jubilee._

If we never meet again in this suffering world, GOD grant that we may ere long see each other in the heavenly paradise, where all tears shall be wiped from our eyes, and death, sin, and sorrow we shall know no more. Farewel.

Ever, ever yours,
_G. W._