The Life of the Rev. George Whitefield, Volume 2 (of 2)Tyerman, L. (Luke)
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The Life of the Rev. George Whitefield, Volume 2 (of 2)
Tyerman, L. (Luke)
Whitefield, George, 1714-1770
“MY VERY DEAR FRIEND,――Since I left Newcastle, I have sometimes
scarce known whether I was in heaven or on earth. At Leeds,
Birstal, Haworth, Halifax, etc., thousands and thousands have
flocked twice and thrice a day to hear the word of life. A gale
of Divine influence has everywhere attended it. I am now come
from Bolton, Manchester, Stockport, and Chinley. Yesterday, I
preached in a church, where I believe execution was done. Four
ordained ministers, friends to the work of God, have been with
me. The word has run so swiftly at Leeds, that friends are come
to fetch me back; and I am now going to Rotherham, Wakefield,
Leeds, York, and Epworth, and purpose returning to this place
next Lord’s-day. God favours us with weather, and I would fain
make hay while the sun shines. Fain would I spend and be spent
for the good of souls. This is my meat and drink.”
In another letter, written two days afterwards, and dated “Wakefield,
November 3, 1752,” he wrote:――
“I have been upwards of three weeks from Scotland, and scarce
ever had more encouragement in preaching the everlasting gospel.
At Newcastle, Sunderland, and several places in Yorkshire,
Lancashire, and Cheshire, thousands and thousands have daily
attended on the word preached. I hear that arrows have stuck
fast in many hearts. I am returning to Leeds; and, from thence,
I shall go to York, and to several places in Lincolnshire,
and am to preach at Sheffield ♦next Lord’s-day. My return to
London must be determined by the weather. It has been uncommonly
favourable; and it is a pity to go into winter quarters, so long
as work can be done in the fields. O that I had as many tongues
as there are hairs upon my head! Jesus should have them all.”
On November 10th, Whitefield arrived in London, where he wrote:――
“My Sunday’s work” (at Sheffield), “sickness, the change of
weather, and parting from friends, so enfeebled me, that I was
in hopes, on the road, my imprisoned soul would have been set at
liberty, and fled to the blissful regions.
“I found my poor wife an invalid. Our Lord can restore her, for
He came to heal our sicknesses, and to bear our infirmities.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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