Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-473 |
| Words | 395 |
could, againstconformity tothe world. But who will [take thewarn-
ing] ? Ifhardly one in ten, yet is myrecordwith the MostHigh.
Tues. 13. I spent aday or two with my good old friends at
Newington. Thursday, 15. I retired to Camberwell, and car-
ried on my Journal, probably as far as I shall live to write it.
On Thursday I preached once more at Peckham; and did not
withhold from them that had ears to hear, the whole counsel
ofGod.
Fri. 16. I looked over the finest picture of atheistical religion
that ever I saw, in the account that Captain Wilson gives of
Thule, King of Pelew. But how utterly needless is either
the knowledge [or the grace] of God, (consequently, how idle
a book is the Bible,) if aman be all-accomplished, that has no
more knowledge of God than a horse, and no more of his
grace than a sparrow !
Tues. 20.-I retired in order to finish myyear's accounts. If
possible, I must be a better economist ; for instead of having
anything beforehand, I am now considerably in debt ; but this
I do not like. I would fain settle even my accounts before I die.
Sun. 25. Much of the power of Godwas in the congrega-
tion, both morning and afternoon ; as also onMonday evening ;
which gave me a good hope that God will carry on his own
work. Atthe earnest importunity of our friends, on Wednesday,
28, I went to open the new preaching-house at Rye. It is a
noble building, much loftier than most of our Houses, and finely
situated at the headof the town. Itwas throughly filled. Such
acongregation I never saw atRye before ; and their behaviour
was as remarkable as their number ; which, added to the peace-
able, loving spirit they are now in, gives reason to hope there
will be such a work here as has not been heretofore.
Feb. 1789. ]
Thur. 29.-I went over to Winchelsea ; once a large, flourish-
ing city ; but ever since it was burnt by the Danes, a little, incon-
siderable town, though finely situated on the top of a range of
hills. The new preaching-house was well filled with decent,
serious hearers,who seemed to receive the truth in the love of
it. I returned to Rye in the afternoon ; and in the evening