Chapter CDLXXV: Letter MCCCCXLII: To Miss H――――y

_Charles-Town, South-Carolina, December 6, 1769._

_Dear Madam_,

SHALL I promise, and not perform? GOD forbid! You have one of my first letters since our arrival. The long passage made shore more agreeable. Miss _H――――y_ knows how to apply such an account. All we meet with here, will be sweetly overruled to render heaven, and a sight of JESUS in the heaven of heavens, more delightful. I am in hopes, by this last week’s preaching, that some _South-Carolina_ souls are beginning to look heavenwards. Grace! grace! In a day or two, GOD willing, we shall move to _Bethesda_. Mr. _W――――t_ is come to meet me, and tells me all is in great forwardness there. Ere long the top-stone of a building not made with hands will be brought forth. How many of your beloved family will join the shout, crying, Grace, grace unto it! Most cordial and due respects attend them all. GOD be praised, heaven is in sight. JESUS is our pilot: he will steer us safe over every bar; even over the last bar, _Death_. Then will we sing,

All our sorrows left below,
And earth exchang’d for heav’n.

O how good is it to bear the yoke in our youth! A glorious preparative for a comfortable old age. That you and all your dear relatives, may increase with all the increase of GOD, is the earnest prayer of, dear Madam,

Less than the least of all,

_G. W._