Wesley Corpus

Journal Vol4 7

AuthorJohn Wesley
Typejournal
YearNone
Passage IDjw-journal-vol4-7-257
Words392
Reign of God Trinity Pneumatology
Here Imetwith Dr. Horne's " Commentary on the Psalms : " I suppose the best that ever was wrote. Yet I could not com- prehend his aggrandizing the Psalms, it seems, even above the New Testament. And someofthem hehardlymakes anything of; the eighty-seventh in particular. Tues. APRIL 1, &c.-I went through several of the societies till I reached Holyhead, on Friday, 11. We went on board without delay, and on Sunday morning, the 13th, landed at Dunleary ; whence (not being able to procure a carriage) I walked on to Dublin. Here I spent two or three weeks with much satisfaction, in myusual employments. Monday, 21. I spent an hour with Mr. Shelton ; I think, full as extraordinary a man as Mr. Law ; of full as rapid agenius ; so that I had little to do but to hear; his words flowing as a river. Tues. 29. Our little Conference began, and continued till Friday, MAY 2. All was peace and love ; and I trust the same spirit will spread through the nation. [May, 1783. Sat. 3.-I made a little excursion to a Nobleman's seat, a few miles from Dublin. It may doubtless vie in elegance, if not in costliness, with any seat in Great Britain : But the miserable master of the whole has little satisfaction therein. God hath said, " Write this man childless." For whom then does he heap up these things ? He is himself growing old:- Andmustheleave this paradise ? Then leave These happy shades, and mansions fit for Gods ? Sun. 4. There was an Ordination at St. Patrick's. I admired the solemnity wherewith the Archbishop went through the Ser- vice: But the vacant faces of the ordained showed how little they were affected thereby. In the evening multitudes met to renew their covenant with God. But here was no vacant face to be seen ; forGodwas in the midst, and manifested himself to many ; particularly to adaughter of good William Pennington. Mon. 5. We prepared for going on board the packet ; but as it delayed sailing, on Tuesday, 6, I waited on Lady Arabella Denny, at the Black Rock, four miles from Dublin. It is one of the pleasantest spots I ever saw. The garden is everything in miniature. On one side is a grove, with serpentine walks ; on