Wesley Corpus

And must all these fine buildings be burned up? Yea, L Earth and heaven destroy'd, Nor left even one in the mighty void Thur. 4.--I went on to Bristol, where I found a people ready prepared for the Lord. The Preachers are in earnest, the fruit of which plainly appears in the congregations. Friday, 5. Hearing Mr. W , of Bolton, was dying, I went over, and spent an March, 1790.] JOURNAL. 481 hour with him. His spirit was much comforted, and in a few days he was nearly as well as ever. Saturday, 6. I preached in the evening at Temple church. Mr. Easterbrook has lately been very ill; but God has again lifted up his head to be a father to the poor a little longer. Sunday, 7. I preached at the Room morning and evening; and about two in the after noon at Kingswood. Just as I concluded my sermon in the Room, a lady came in her carriage in all haste; and, finding the sermon was over, earnestly desired to stay at the society. Afterwards she importuned me much to call on her at the Hot Wells, where her husband, Governor Johnstone, died two years ago. On Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, she came to the preaching, and seemed to be much affected. On Friday evening I was at Kingswood, and preached to such a congregation, as I have not seen there on a week-day for forty years, unless it was at a watch-night. Saturday, 13. I spent two hours with her at Granby. House, and answered all her questions. She appeared quite willing to know the truth, and to be altogether a Christian; and vehemently desired, if our lives were prolonged, that I would visit her in London. But if we should live, would she then be willing to see me? If she is, it would be a miracle indeed. This week I visited the classes in Bristol. I wonder we do not increase in number, although many are convinced, many justified, and a few perfected in love. I can impute the want of increase to nothing but want of self-denial. Without this, indeed, whatever other helps they have, no believers can go forward. Sunday, 14, was a comfortable day. In the morning I met the Strangers’ Society, instituted wholly for the relief, not of our society, but for poor, sick, friendless strangers.