Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-494 |
| Words | 397 |
probably the last visit, as he is just tottering over the grave.
Wed. 17.-I went on to Newry, and preached once more in
the Presbyterian meeting-house, well filled with rich and poor.
It was a blessed season ; as it was nearly at five in the morning.
Thursday, 18. About ten I began in the market-place at Dun-
dalk : The congregation was large and exceeding quiet. They
were tolerably quiet at Drogheda in the evening, and deeply
attentive at six in the morning. Friday, 19. About eleven I
preached in the street at Swords ; and in the afternoon reached
Dublin.
Sun. 21. I preached and administered the Lord's Supper ;
inthe conclusion ofwhich
The' o'erwhelming power of grace divine
overshadowed the congregation. On Monday, Tuesday, and
Wednesday, I visited the classes ; now containing a little above
a thousand members, after I had excluded about a hundred.
Thursday, 25. I went on to Mrs. Tighe's, at Rosanna, near
Wicklow, an exceeding pleasant seat, deeply embosomed in
woods on every side. In the evening I preached in the great
hall, to about a hundred very genteel persons. I believe most
ofthem felt as well as heard ; someperhaps may bring forth fruit.
Fri. 26. After spending aquiet day, Iwent in the afternoon
to Wicklow, and preached in the Court-House to a large con-
gregation, civil, though unawakened enough : Yet a few
appeared to be deeply attentive; and I hope will " seek the
Lord while he may be found."
Sat. 27. We returned to Dublin by the Glen of the Downs,
much resembling that which lies north above Keswick-Water.
All this country is remarkably fruitful and pleasant ; having, in
many parts, a fine sea, as well as land, prospect.
Sun. 28. In the conclusion of the morning service we had
a remarkable blessing; and the same in the evening, moving the
whole congregation as the heart of one man.
:
i 464 REV. J. WESLEY'S
[July, 1789.
This day I enter on my eighty-sixth year. I now find I
grow old: 1. My sight is decayed ; so that I cannot read a small
print, unless in a strong light: 2. My strength is decayed ; so that
I walk much slower than I did some years since: 3. My mem-
ory of names, whether of persons or places, is decayed; till I stop