Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-525 |
| Words | 396 |
small to contain the multitude ofpeople, I stood under a spread-
ing tree ; and strongly exhorted them to "strengthen the things
that remained," which were " ready to die." Thence I hastened
back to Epworth ; but I could not reach it till the Church Ser-
vice was begun. It was observed Mr. Gibson read the Prayers
with unusual solemnity ; and I believe he was not displeased to
see five times as many at church, and ten times as many at the
Lord's table, as usual. As soon as the Afternoon Service ended,
Ibegan in the market-place to press that awful question, " How
shall we escape, ifwe neglect so great salvation ? " on such a
congregation as was never seen at Epworth before.
Fri. AUGUST 27.-I returnedto Bristol. In the evening, and
at thewatch-night, the House was sufficiently filled. Finding the
account of Mrs. Scudamore's life and death (an excellentwoman,
though mistaken in this point) has revived in some the imagina-
tion of the expiatory nature of sufferings, and hence their abso-
lute necessityto salvation, I discussed the subject at large ; and
showed that both these notions had their rise in Popery ; and
that neither the one nor the other of them had any foundation
in Scripture.
Sun. 29. Mr. Baddiley being gone to the north, and Mr.
Collins being engaged elsewhere, I had none to assist in the ser-
vice, and could not read the Prayers myself; so I was obliged
to shorten the service, which brought the Prayers, sermon, and
Lord's Supper, within the compass of three hours. I preached
in the afternoon near King's Square ; and the hearts of the peo-
ple bowed down before the Lord.
Mon. 30. About noon I preached at Castle-Carey. Since
[Sept. 1790.
Iwas here God has taken to himself that amiable woman,
Mrs. Clark; who, to a fine person and a good understanding,
joined a very uncommon degree ofdeep religion. This inclined
me toapply earnestly Eccles. ix. 10; and all the peopleseemed to
feel it. Afterwards, I called on her deeply-afflicted husband, who
spent some hours with us the nextday. I hope hewill no longer
sorrow as one without hope,but will trust to meet her in a better
place. In the evening I preached in the new House at Ditcheat.
Itwould not hold the congregation; but many could hear at