Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-438 |
| Words | 376 |
Sat. 26.--The morning congregation was increased to above thrice
the usual number, while I explained, “‘ Grace be unto you, and peace,
from God the Father, and from our Lord Jesus Christ.” At Longlane likewise, in the evening, I had a crowded audience, to whom I
spoke from those words, “ O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom
and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments, and
his ways past finding out.” Sun. 2'7.--After diligent inquiry made, [
cemoved all those from the congregation of the faithful, whose behaviour
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or spirit was not agreeable to the Gospel of Christ : openly declaring the
objections I had to each, that others might fear, and cry to God for them.
Thur. 31.--By the unusual overflowing of peace and love to all,
which I felt, 1 was inclined to believe some trial was at hand. At three
in the afternoon my fever came;:but, finding it was not violent, I
would not break my word, and therefore went at four and committed
to the earth the remains of one who had died in the Lord a few days
before ; neither could I refrain from exhorting the almost innumerable
multitude of people, who were gathered together round her grave, to
cry to God, that they might die the death of the righteous, and their
last end be like hers. I then designed to lie down; but Sir John G--
coming, and sending to speak with me, I went to him, and from him
into the pulpit, knowing God could renew my strength. I preached,
according to her request who is now with God, on those words with
which her soul had been so refreshed a little before she went hence,
after a long night of doubts and fears: “ Thy sun shall no more go
down, neither shall thy moon withdraw itself. For the Lord shall be
thine everlasting light, and the days of thy mourning shall be ended.”
At the society which followed, many cried after God with a loud and
bitter cry. About ten I left them, and committed myself into his hands, .
to do with me what seemed him good.