Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-345 |
| Words | 394 |
form, of religion. After he had lived some years openly and
avowedly without God in the world, while he was one evening
quite merry with his jovial companions, one ofthem said, " Why,
Mr. Lee, you was once very godly ; you was one of those mad
Methodists ! " He answered not a word, but leaned his arm on
the table, and died.
[Feb. 1786.
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Sun. FEBRUARY 5.-In the morning, while I was applying
at the new chapel that solemn declaration, " The Lord's hand
is not shortened, that it cannot save ; nor his ear heavy, that
it cannot hear ; " he did indeed speak aloud in his word, so
that the stout-hearted trembled. I broke out into prayer : The
power of God came mightily upon us, and there was a general
cry. But the voice of two persons prevailed over all the rest ;
one praying, and the other shrieking as in the agonies of death.
God relieved the former in a few minutes ; the other, not till
evening.
This week, in travelling, I read over Dr. Stuart's History of
Scotland. He is a writer indeed ! as far above Dr. Robert-
son, as Dr. Robertson is above Oldmixon. He proves beyond
all possibility of doubt, that the charges against Queen Mary
were totally groundless ; that she was betrayed basely by her
own servants, from the beginning to the end; and that she was
not only one of the best Princesses then in Europe, but one of
the most blameless, yea, and the most pious women !
Mon. 13. I went to Mitcham, and found a little company
just started up, who were all on fire for God. The house
being too small, I preached at the front of ahouse adjoining
to the road ; where the earnestness of the people made amends
for the keenness of the north wind.
Sun. 19. I preached in Horsleydown church, where (to my
no small surprise)no man, woman, or child, seemed to knowme
either by face or by name ! But before I had done, many ofthe
numerous congregation knew that God was there of a truth.
Mon. 20. I paid my last visit to that saint of God, Ann
Sharland, dying of a cancer in her breast, in continual pain ; but
triumphing over pain and death .