Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-1096 |
| Words | 399 |
Sun. 20.--I explained, after the evening preaching, the rules of the
society, and strongly exhorted the members to adorn their profession
by all holiness of conversation. Mon. 21.--I rode to Bolton. Being
now among those who were no “ strangers to the covenant of promise,”
I had no need to lay the foundation again, but exhorted them to “rejoice
evermore.” Their number is a little reduced since I was here before:
and no wonder; while the sons of strife are on every side, some for
Mr. Bennet, some for Mr. Wh The little flock, notwithstanding,
hold on their way, looking straight to the prize of their high calling.
Thur. 24.--We rode in less than four hours the eight miles (so
called) to Newell Hay. Just as I began to preach, the sun broke out,
and shone exceeding hot on the side of my head. | found, if it continued, I should not be able to speak long, and lifted up my heart to
God. Ina minute or two it was covered with clouds, which continued
till the service was over. Let any who please, call this chance: I call
it an answer to prayer. rz. 25.--About ten I preached near Todmorden. The pecple stood, row above row, on the side of the mountain. They were rough enough in outward appearance; but their hearts
were as melting wax. One can hardly conceive any thing more delightful than the vale through which we rode from hence. The river
ran through the green meadows on the right. The fruitful hills and
woods rose on either hand: yet here and there a rock hung over, the
little holes of which put me in mind of those beautiful lines,--
Te, Domine, intonsi montes, te saxa loauentur
Sunvma Deum, dum montis amat juga pendulus hircus,
Saxorumque colit latebrosa cuniculus antra !
| Thee, Lord, shall the unshorn mountains, Thee shall the lofty rocks,--as long as
the pendulous "goat delights in the mountain peaks, and the coney burrows in the
dark holes of the rocks,--proclaim Gop !]
At three in the afternoon I preached at Heptonstall, on the brow of
the mountain. The rain began almost as soon as I began to speak. I
prayed that, if God saw best, it might be stayed, till I had delivered his
word. It was so, and then began again. But we had only a short
stage to Ewood.