Wesley Corpus

Journal Vol4 7

AuthorJohn Wesley
Typejournal
YearNone
Passage IDjw-journal-vol4-7-345
Words394
Reign of God Trinity Catholic Spirit
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. i 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 .