Wesley Collected Works Vol 11
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | treatise |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-wesley-collected-works-vol-11-378 |
| Words | 388 |
I carry home with me much
weakness: The Lord’s will be done. I know I am called to
suffer and die. Let us believe and rejoice in the Lord Jesus.”
He returned to England in summer in tolerable health,
being quite recovered from his consumption. Calling at
London, he preached at the New chapel, slept at Newington,
and the next day set out for Bristol. He stayed there only
a short time, and then retired to Mr. Ireland’s, at Brislington,
who, as soon as he was capable, willingly accompanied him to
his beloved Madeley. 25. But he did not find such cause of rejoicing here as he had
fondly expected. This may be easily gathered from the letter
he then wrote to his friend at Newington. It runs thus:--
“MADELEY, June 12, 1781. “I stAYED longer at Brislington than I designed. Mr. Ireland was ill, and would nevertheless come hither with me;
so that I was obliged to stay till he was better. And indeed
it was well that I did not come without him; for he has helped
ame to regulate my outward affairs, which were in great
confusion. Mr. Greaves leaves me; and I will either leave
Madeley, or have an Assistant able to stir among the people;
for I had much rather be gone than stay here to see the dead
..bury their dead. Well, we shall soon remove out of all, and
rest from our little cares and labours. You do not forget, I
inope, that you have need of patience, as well as I, to inherit
the promises; the best and greatest of which are not sealed,
but to such as keep the word of Christ's patience, and such
as persevere with him in his temptations. Hold on, then,
patient faith and joyful hope ! If I were by you, I would
preach to your heart and my own a lecture on this text, “We
are saved by hope, and by a faith which is never stronger than
when it is contrary to all the feelings of flesh and blood. “Pray what news of the glory? Does the glory of the
Lord fill the temple, your house, your heart? A cloud is
over my poor parish; but, alas! it is not the luminous cloud
by day, nor the pillar of fire by night.