To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-015 |
| Words | 397 |
But we found a little inclosure near it, one
end of which was native rock, rising ten or twelve feet perpen
dicular, from which the ground fell with an easy descent. A
jetting out of the rock, about four feet from the ground, gave
me a very convenient pulpit. Here well nigh the whole town,
high and low, rich and poor, assembled together. Nor was
there a word to be heard, or a smile seen, from one end of the
congregation to the other. It was just the same the three
following evenings. Indeed I was afraid on Saturday, that
the roaring of the sea, raised by the north wind, would have
prevented their hearing. But God gave me so clear and
strong a voice, that I believe scarce one word was lost. Sun. 14.--At eight I chose a large ground, the sloping side
of a meadow, where the congregation stood, row above row, so
that all might see as well as hear. It was a beautiful sight. Every one seemed to take to himself what was spoken. I
believe every backslider in the town was there. And surely
God was there to “heal their backslidings.”
* Britons as inhospitable, or cruel, to strangers.-EDIT. Sept. 1760.] JOURNAL, 17
I began at Zennor, as soon as the Church Service ended:
I suppose scarce six persons went away. Seeing many there
who did once run well, I addressed myself to them in
particular. The spirit of mourning was soon poured out;
and some of them wept bitterly. O that the Lord may yet
return unto them, and “leave a blessing behind him !”
At five I went once more into the ground at St. Ives, and
found such a congregation as I think was never seen in a
place before (Gwennap excepted) in this county. Some of
the chief of the town were now not in the skirts, but in the
thickest of the people. The clear sky, the setting sun, the
smooth, still water, all agreed with the state of the audience. Is any thing too hard for God? May we not well say, in
every sense,
Thou dost the raging sea control,
And smooth the prospect of the deep;
Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll,
Thou mak'st the rolling billows sleep? Mon. 15.-I inquired concerning the uncommon storm,
which was here on March 9, the last year.