Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-935 |
| Words | 390 |
“ The next morning he cried out just as before ; and continued ill about
two minutes. From this time he gave himself wholly to prayer; laying
aside all worldly business. Saturday, February 7.--He did not appear to
have any bodily distemper, but desired to make his will. I said, ‘ My dear
child, I do not see any signs of death upon you.’ He seemed concerned,
and said, ‘ You don’t believe me; but you will soon see what I say is true.’
About noon, some neighbours condoling with me, on the loss of my wife,
who died a few days before, when he saw me weep, he laid his hand upon
my knee, and said, ‘ My dear father, do not offend God. Your late wife is
a bright saint in heaven.’
“ Before ten we went to bed. About twelve he came to my chamber
door, and said, ‘ My dear honoured father, I hope you are not displeased
with me for disturbing you at this time of night; but I could not go into
my bed till I brought you these glad tidings: I was this morning before
the throne of grace, and I pleaded innocence ; but my heavenly Father
answered, that would not do; on which I applied to our blessed Redeemer ;
and now he hath, by his precious blood and his intercession, procured my
pardon; and my heavenly Father hath sealed it. Everlasting praise is to
his holy name. I presumed to ask, how it was with my deceased mothers
and sisters; on which they all six appeared exceeding glorious: but my
last deceased mother was brightest of them all; fifty times brighter than
the sun. I entreat I may be buried by her.’
“ Sunday, 8.--I went early in the morning to his chamber, and found
him at prayer, which was his constant employment. He asked if he
should go with me to church. I said, I thought he had better read and
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meditate athome. As soon as I was gone, he began exhorting the serv
ants and his younger brother. He then went into his chamber, where he
continued upon his knees till I came home, crying to God with many
tears, and sweating much, through the agony of his spirit.