To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-143 |
| Words | 394 |
Hence I rode, on Friday, 11, to Shoreham, and buried
the remains of Mrs. P., who, after a long, distressing illness,
on Saturday, the 5th instant, fell asleep. Sat. 12.--I visited the classes at Snowsfields, where I was
told many would go away; but the time was not come. As
yet we have lost none; though some are held as by a single
hair. Tues. 15.--I rode to Deptford, and found the society
there united in faith and love. During the sermon in the
afternoon, one poor mourner found peace with God. In the
evening I preached at Welling, and on Wednesday, 16, rode
on to Sevenoaks. Here I was grieved to find one who did
run well quite hardened by the deceitfulness of sin. But in
the evening, God looked upon him once more, and melted
him into tears of love. Thur. 17.--Light from above broke into the heart of
another hard-hearted sinner. At the same time many were
delivered from doubts and fears, and “knew the things which
were freely given them of God.” On Friday I returned to
London. Mon. 21.--Observing the terror occasioned by that
wonderful prophecy to spread far and wide, I endeavoured
to draw some good therefrom, by strongly exhorting the
congregation at Wapping, to “seek the Lord while he might
be found.” But at the same time I thought it incumbent
upon me to declare (as indeed I had done from the hour I
heard it) that “it must be false, if the Bible be true.”
The three next days I spent in the tedious work of tran
scribing the names of the society. I found about thirty of
those who thought they were saved from sin had separated
130 REv. J. wesley’s [April, 1763. from their brethren. But above four hundred, who witnessed
the same confession, seemed more united than ever. Mon. 28.--Preaching in the evening at Spitalfields, on,
“Prepare to meet thy God,” I largely showed the utter
absurdity of the supposition, that the world was to end that
night. But notwithstanding all I could say, many were afraid
to go to bed, and some wandered about in the fields, being
persuaded, that, if the world did not end, at least London
would be swallowed up by an earthquake. I went to bed at
my usual time, and was fast asleep about ten o’clock. Mon.