To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-034 |
| Words | 373 |
O
how I long to be gone ! Some people tell me I may recover;
but I do not thank them; I do not count them my friends.”
On my saying occasionally, ‘There is no satisfaction for sin,
but that which Christ has made by his precious blood;’ she
Jan. 1761.] JOURNAL. 33
answered, “That is all the satisfaction I want; and I believe
he both lived and died for me.”
“After this, she gave a strict charge that none should
be admitted to see her but such as could speak for God;
saying, ‘I do not love to have a word spoken, which is not
to edification. O how unsuitable to me, are all things which
do not tend to the glory of my God!’ On her spitting a
large quantity of blood, one said, ‘You are in great pain.”
She answered, ‘I think little of it. My blessed Redeemer
suffered greater pain for me.’
“When I stood up to go away, she said, ‘I now take my
leave of you. Perhaps we may not meet again in this world;
but I trust we shall meet in heaven. I am going to God. O may it be soon | I now feel an heaven in my soul.”
“The last time I came was on Sunday, December 14. Hearing she was extremely ill and wanted rest, we did not go
up, but after a while began singing below. She immediately
heard, sat up in bed, and insisted on our being brought into
the room and singing there. Many times she repeated these
words, ‘Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly l’ And this she
continued to do till, on Wednesday, 17, she resigned her
soul into the hands of her dear Redeemer.”
JANUARY 2, 1761.--I wrote the following letter:
“To the Editor of the London Chronicle. “Of all the seats of woe on this side hell, few, I suppose,
exceed or even equal Newgate. If any region of horror could
exceed it a few years ago, Newgate in Bristol did; so great
was the filth, the stench, the misery, and wickedness, which
shocked all who had a spark of humanity left. How was I
surprised then, when I was there a few weeks ago! 1.