Wesley Corpus

Journal Vol4 7

AuthorJohn Wesley
Typejournal
YearNone
Passage IDjw-journal-vol4-7-494
Words397
Christology Communion Catholic Spirit
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