The works of the Rev. John Wesley, Vol. 11 (of 32)Wesley, John
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The works of the Rev. John Wesley, Vol. 11 (of 32)
Wesley, John
Methodist Church; Theology -- Early works to 1800; Theology -- History -- 18th century
“Coming into the room where we were accustomed to meet together, to
hear the word of exhortation; before preaching began, I sat musing.
My soul was looking out and longing for Christ, as the watchman for
the morning. The congregation being assembled, the servant of God (Mr.
W. T.) poured out his soul in prayer. And as he prayed, the power of
the Lord came down in the midst of us. The _windows of heaven_ were
opened, and the _skies poured down righteousness_. My heart melted
like wax before the fire; especially at the mention of those words,
_Who is this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah?
This that is glorious in his apparel travelling in the greatness of
his strength?_ And again, at the singing those words in the hymn.
“Behold the Saviour of mankind,
Nail’d to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that him inclin’d
To bleed, and die for thee!
’Tis done! the precious ransom’s paid;
Receive my soul he cries;
See, where he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head and dies.”
“The former words in the prayer, and these in the hymn, came with such
power to my heart that I was constrained to cry out, _Bless the |Lord|,
O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name; for he hath
forgiven all mine iniquity, and healed my diseases_.
“And now I was divinely assured that God, for Christ’s sake, had
forgiven me all my sins. The Spirit of God bore witness with my spirit
that I was a child of God. _Mercy and truth met together_ in my heart;
_righteousness and peace kissed each other_. Yea, so great was the
deliverance, and so strong the consolation, that I could not contain
myself. I broke out into tears of joy and love, having obtained such
mercy I could not but join with the angels to sing praises to _him that
sitteth upon the throne, and to the Lamb_, who so loved me, and washed
me from my sins, in his own blood. A new song was indeed put into my
mouth, even of thanksgiving unto my God.
*“I had often in private cried aloud to God, yet it was not till
now, that I did so in the congregation. But my wound being healed, a
necessity was laid upon me to declare what the Lord had done for my
soul. In the same hour another who sat next to me was filled with joy
and peace in believing. We both withdrew to another room, and gave
thanks and praise to God together.
“And now I felt of a truth that faith in Christ, is _the substance_ or
subsistance _of things hoped for_, and an _evidence of things not seen_.
God, and the things of the invisible world, of which I had only heard
before by _the hearing of the ear_, appeared now in their true light,
as substantial realities, and for him.
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