Wesley Corpus

_ No power, no power; no faith, no faith. She is mine; her soul is mine. I have her, and will not let her go.” We begged of God to increase our faith. Meanwhile her pangs increased more and more ; so that one would have imagined, by the violence of the throes, her body must have been shattered to pieces. One who was clearly convinced this was no natural disorder, said, *“‘ I think Satan is let loose. I fear he will not stop here.” And added, “I command thee, in the name of the Lord Jesus, to tell if thou hast commission to torment any other soul?’ It was immediately answered, “Ihave. L yC r, and NS) h J. s.” (Two who lived at some distance, and were then in perfect health.) We betook ourselves to prayer again; and ceased not, till she began, about six o’clock, with a clear voice, and composed, cheerful look,-- Praise God, from whom all blessings flow. Sun. 28.--I preached once more at Bradford, at one in the afte: noon. The violent rains did not hinder more, I believe, than .en i i \ iN | Nov. 1739.] REV. J. WESLEY’S JOURNAL. 163 thousand, from earnestly attending to what I spcke on those solemn words, “I take you to record this day, that I am pure from the blood of all men. For I have not shunned to declare unto you all the counsel of God.”