Christmas Evans, the Preacher of Wild Wales: His country, his times, and his contemporariesHood, Edwin Paxton
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Christmas Evans, the Preacher of Wild Wales: His country, his times, and his contemporaries
Hood, Edwin Paxton
Evans, Christmas, 1766-1838
“X. Accept of my thanksgiving, a hundred millions of times, that
Thou hast not hitherto cast me from Thine hand, as a darkened star,
or a vessel in which there is no pleasure; and suffer not my life to
be extended beyond my usefulness. Thanks that Thou hast not given me
a prey to the teeth of any. Blessed be Thy name. Amen.—C. E.
“XI. For the sake of Thine infinite merit, do not cast me, Thy
servant, under the feet of pride, and injustice, of _worldly_
greatness, riches, and selfish oppression of any men, but hide me in
the secret of Thy tabernacle, from the strife of tongues. Amen.—C.
E.
“XII. Help me to wait silently, and patiently upon Thee, for the
fulfilment of these things, and not become enraged, angry, and speak
unadvisedly with my lips, like Moses, the servant of the Lord.
Sustain my heart from sinking, to wait for fresh strength from Zion.
Amen.—C. E.
“XIII. Help me to wait upon Thee, for the necessaries of life; let
Thy mercy, and goodness follow me, while I live; and, as it hath
pleased Thee to honour me greatly, by the blessing Thou hast
vouchsafed upon the ministry through me, as an humble instrument, at
Caerphilly, after the great storm had beaten upon me in Anglesea,
like Job, grant that this honour may continue to follow me the
remainder of my days, as Thou didst unto Thy servant Job. Amen.—C.
E.
“XIV. Let this covenant abide, like the covenant of salt, until I
come to Thee, in the world of eternal light. I entreat aid to resign
myself to Thee, and to Thy will. I beseech Thee, take my heart, and
inscribe upon it a deep reverence of Thyself, with an inscription,
that time, and eternity cannot efface. Oh, let the remainder of my
sermons be taken, by Thee, from my lips; and those which I write, let
them be unto Thee for a praise. Unto Thee I dedicate them. If there
should be anything, in them, conducive to Thy glory, and to the
service of Thy kingdom, do Thou preserve it, and reveal it unto men;
else, let it die, like the drops of a bucket in the midst of the
scorching heat of Africa. Oh, grant that there may be a drop of that
water, which Thou, alone, canst impart, and which springs up to
eternal life, running through all my sermons. In this covenant,
which, probably, is the last that will be written between me and
Thee, on the earth, I commit myself, my wife, and the churches
amongst whom I have preached, to the protection of Thy grace, and the
care of Thy covenant. Amen.—C. E.
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