The life and times of the Rev. Samuel Wesley: Rector of Epworth and father of the Revs. John and Charles Wesley, the founders of the MethodistsTyerman, L. (Luke)
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The life and times of the Rev. Samuel Wesley: Rector of Epworth and father of the Revs. John and Charles Wesley, the founders of the Methodists
Tyerman, L. (Luke)
Church of England -- Clergy -- Biography; Wesley, Samuel, 1662-1735
The heroic wife, during the rector’s imprisonment, evinced fortitude,
fidelity, and love, worthy of herself. Money she had none,—not a coin;
the household lived on bread and milk, the produce of the Epworth glebe;
but she did what she could to help her husband in his strait;—she sent
him her little articles of jewellery, including her wedding-ring; but
these he sent her back, as things far too sacred to be used in relieving
his necessities. Brave-hearted couple! The wife did her duty; but the
husband’s soul was far too noble to avail himself of such a sacrifice.
In his “Pious Communicant,” published in 1700, Samuel Wesley puts into
the reader’s mouth a beautiful prayer, which he had doubtless often
offered on his own behalf, and which, in his present circumstances, was
peculiarly appropriate. The prayer, for itself, is worth preserving;
and, in a narrative like this, is of some importance, as illustrating
the thoroughly devout and Christian spirit of this much-tried godly
minister. It is as follows:—
“A PRAYER FOR ONE IN AFFLICTION AND WANT.
“O God! who art infinite in power, and compassion, and goodness, and
truth! who hast promised in Thy holy Word, that Thou wilt hear the
prayer of the poor destitute, and wilt not despise his desire. Look
down, I beseech thee, from heaven, the habitation of Thy holiness and
glory, upon me a miserable sinner, now lying under Thy hand in great
affliction and sorrow. I am weary of my groaning, my heart faileth me.
The light of my eyes is gone from me, I sink in the deep waters, and
there is none to help me; yet I wait still upon Thee my God. Though
all the world forsake me, let the Lord still uphold me, and in Him let
me always find the truest, the kindest, the most compassionate,
unwearied almighty friendship. To Him let me ease my wearied soul, and
unbosom all my sorrows!
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