Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-849 |
| Words | 392 |
Mon. December 5.--I retired to Newington to write. I preached
every evening to a little company. One who stumbled in among them
on Wednesday was a man eminent for all manner of wickedness: he
appeared much affected, and went away full of good desires and resolutions. Thur. 8.--A poor mourner found peace. When she related
it to me in the morning, I told her, “If you watch and pray, God will
give you more of his love.” She replied, “* More! Why, is it possible
I should feel more love to God than I do now?” the natural thought of
new-born babes, who feel as much as their hearts will then contain.
In the evening I saw one in a far different state. He was crying
vut, (in a high fever,) “ O sir, I am dying without God, without Christ,
without hope!” Ispoke strongly of the mercies of God in Christ, and
left him a little revived. The next night he told me, “ For some time
after you was here, I was--I know not how; so light andeasy! I had
no doubt but God would have mercy upon me; but now I am dark
again: I fear lest I should perish at the last.” He then broke out into
prayer. I left him a little easier, beginning again to cast his care
upon God.
Sun. 11.--Several of our brethren called upon him, and found his
hope gradually increasing. Mon. 12.--He expressed a strong confiderce in the mercy of God, and said, he feared nothing but lest he
should live and turn back into the world. Before noon he was a little
delirious ; but as soon as any one spoke of God, he recovered himself,
and prayed so vehemently as to set all that heard him in tears. I called
once more about six in the evening, and commended his soul to God.
He was speechless, but not without sense, as the motion of his lips
plainly showed ; though his eyes were generally fixed upward, with a
look which said, “ I see God.” About half an hour after I went away,
his soul was set at liberty, Thus, in the strength of his years, died
Francis Butts, one in whose lips was found no guile. He was an
honest man, fearing God, and earnestly endeavouring to work righteousness.