The Oxford Methodists : $b Memoirs of the Rev. Messrs. Clayton, Ingham, Gambold, Hervey, and Broughton, with biographical notices of othersTyerman, L. (Luke)
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The Oxford Methodists : $b Memoirs of the Rev. Messrs. Clayton, Ingham, Gambold, Hervey, and Broughton, with biographical notices of others
“Then, to keep in their minds an awful sense of God’s presence,
with a constant dependence on His help, he advised them to
ejaculatory prayers. They had a book of Ejaculations relating
to the chief virtues, and, lying by them as they stood at their
studies, they at intervals snatched a short petition out of it.
But at last, instead of that variety, they contented themselves
with the following aspirations (containing acts of faith, hope,
love, and self-resignation at the end of every hour)—‘Consider
and hear me,’ etc.
“The last means he recommended was meditation. Their usual time
for this was the hour next before dinner.
“After this, he committed them to God. What remained for him to
do, was to encourage them in the discomforts and temptations
they might feel, and to guard them against all spiritual
delusions. In this spiritual care of his acquaintance, Mr.
Wesley persisted amidst all discouragements. He overlooked
not only one’s absurd or disagreeable qualities, but even
his coldness and neglect of him, if he thought it might be
conquered. He helped one in things out of religion, that he
might be more welcome to help him in that. His knowledge of the
world, and his insight into physic, were often of use to us.
“If any one could have provoked him, I should; for I was slow
in coming into his measures, and very remiss in doing my part.
I frequently contradicted his assertions; or, which is much the
same, distinguished upon them. I hardly ever submitted to his
advice at the time he gave it, though I relented afterwards.
One time he was in fear, that, I had taken up notions that were
not safe, and pursued my spiritual improvement in an erroneous,
because inactive, way. So he came over and stayed with me near
a week. He accosted me with the utmost softness, condoled with
me the incumbrances of my constitution, heard all I had to say,
endeavoured to pick out my meaning, and yielded to me as far as
he could. I never saw more humility in him than at this time.
It was enough to cool the warmest imaginations that swell an
overweening heart. It was, indeed, his custom to humble himself
most before the proud,—not to reproach them; but, in a way of
secret intercession, to procure their pardon.
“He had not only friends in Oxford to assist, but a great many
correspondents. He set apart one day at least in the week (and
he was no slow composer) for writing letters; in which, without
levity or affectation, but with plainness and fervour, he gave
his advice in particular cases, and vindicated the strict
original sense of the Gospel precepts.”[122]
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