[Illustration: _From Life by A Hoffy._ _Printed by P S Duval._ MRS. JARENA LEE. _Preacher of the A,M,E, Church. Aged 60 years on the 11th day of the 2nd month 1844. Philad^a 1844_] RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE AND JOURNAL OF MRS. JARENA LEE, GIVING AN ACCOUNT OF HER CALL TO PREACH THE GOSPEL. Revised and corrected from the Original Manuscript, written by herself. PHILADELPHIA: Printed and Published for the Author. 1849. Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1836, By JARENA LEE, In the Office of the Clerk of the Eastern District of Pennsylvania. RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE AND JOURNAL OF MRS. JARENA LEE. “And it shall come to pass ... that I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh; and your sons, and your _daughters_ shall prophecy.”—_Joel_ ii. 28. I was born February 11th, 1783, at Cape May, State of New Jersey. At the age of seven years I was parted from my parents, and went to live as a servant maid, with a Mr. Sharp, at the distance of about sixty miles from the place of my birth. My parents being wholly ignorant of the knowledge of God, had not therefore instructed me in any degree in this great matter. Not long after the commencement of my attendance on this lady, she had bid me do something respecting my work, which in a little while after she asked me if I had done, when I replied, Yes—but this was not true. At this awful point, in my early history, the Spirit of God moved in power through my Conscience, and told me I was a wretched sinner. On this account so great was the impression, and so strong were the feelings of guilt, that I promised in my heart that I would not tell another lie. But notwithstanding this promise my heart grew harder, after a while, yet the Spirit of the Lord never entirely forsook me, but continued mercifully striving with me, until his gracious power converted my soul. The manner of this great accomplishment, was as follows: In the year 1804, it so happened that I went with others to hear a missionary of the Presbyterian order preach. It was an afternoon meeting, but few were there, the place was a school room; but the preacher was solemn, and in his countenance the earnestness of his master’s business appeared equally strong, as though he were about to speak to a multitude. At the reading of the Psalms, a ray of renewed conviction darted into my soul. These were the words, composing the first verse of the Psalms for the service: “Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin, Born unholy and unclean. Sprung from man, whose guilty fall Corrupts the race, and taints us all.”