The Life of the Rev. George Whitefield, Volume 1 (of 2)Tyerman, L. (Luke)
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The Life of the Rev. George Whitefield, Volume 1 (of 2)
Tyerman, L. (Luke)
Whitefield, George, 1714-1770
"Henceforwards, for near three months successively, there was
no end of the people flocking to hear the word of God. The
churchwardens and managers of charity schools were constantly
applying to me to preach for the benefit of the children;
and, as I was to embark shortly, they procured the liberty of
the churches on the week-days,--a thing never known before. I
sometimes had more than a dozen names of different churches,
at which I had promised to preach, upon my slate-book at once;
and, when I preached, constables were obliged to be placed
at the door, to keep the people in order. The sight of the
congregations was awful. One might, as it were, walk upon
the people's heads; and thousands went away from the largest
churches for want of room. They were all attention, and heard
like people hearing for eternity.
"I now preached generally nine times a week. The early
sacraments were exceeding awful. At Cripplegate, St. Ann's, and
Forster Lane, how often have we seen Jesus Christ crucified, and
evidently set forth before us! On Sunday mornings, long before
day, you might see streets filled with people going to church,
with their lanterns in their hands, and hear them conversing
about the things of God. Other lecture churches near at hand
would be filled with persons who could not come where I was
preaching; and those who did come were like persons struck with
pointed arrows, or mourning for a firstborn child. People gave
so liberally to the charity schools, that this season near,£1000
was collected at the several churches, besides many private
contributions and subscriptions sent in afterwards. I always
preached gratis, and gave myself.
"The _blue-coat_ boys and girls looked upon me as their great
benefactor; and, I believe, frequently sent up their infant
cries on my behalf. Worthy Mr. Seward, afterwards my dear
fellow-traveller, was their hearty friend and advocate. He was
concerned in above twenty charity schools, and, as I found
afterwards, inserted the paragraph that so chagrined me.
"The tide of popularity now began to run very high. In a
short time, I could no longer walk on foot as usual, but was
constrained to go in a coach, from place to place, to avoid
the hosannas of the multitude. They grew quite extravagant in
their applauses; and, had it not been for my compassionate High
Priest, popularity would have destroyed me. I used to plead
with Him to take me by the hand, and lead me unhurt through
this fiery furnace. He heard my request, and gave me to see the
vanity of all commendations but His own.
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