The works of the Rev. John Wesley, Vol. 12 (of 32)Wesley, John
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The works of the Rev. John Wesley, Vol. 12 (of 32)
Wesley, John
Methodist Church; Theology -- Early works to 1800; Theology -- History -- 18th century
Lord’s day, March 9. I preached from Luke x. 38‒42. The word of
God was attended with energy. Numbers were concerned to obtain the
_one thing needful_. Several that have given good evidences of being
truly converted, were much affected with a sense of their want of
spirituality; and saw the need they stood in of _growing in grace_. And
most that had had any impressions of divine things in times past, now
felt those impressions revived.
In the afternoon, I proposed to have catechised in my usual method. But
while we were engaged in the first prayer, in the Indian language, (as
usual) a great part of the assembly was so much moved, that I thought
it proper to omit the questions, and insist upon the most practical
truths.
There appeared to be a powerful influence in the congregation.
Those truly pious, were so deeply affected with a sense of their own
_barrenness_, and their unworthy treatment of the blessed Redeemer,
that they _looked on him as pierced_ by themselves, _and mourned_,
yea, some of them were _in bitterness as for a first-born_.――Some
poor awakened sinners also appeared to be in anguish of soul to obtain
an interest in Christ. So that there was _a great mourning_ in the
assembly: many heavy groans and tears! and one or two persons newly
come among us, were considerably awakened.
After public worship many came to my house, where we sung and
discoursed; and the presence of God seemed here also to be in the
midst of us.
*While we were singing, there was one (the woman mentioned in my
journal of February 9.) who, was “filled with joy unspeakable and
full of glory,” and could not but burst forth in prayer and praises
to God before us all, with many tears, crying sometimes in English,
and sometimes in Indian “O blessed Lord, do come, do come! O do take
me away, do let me die and go to Jesus Christ! I am afraid if I live
I shall sin again! O do let me die now! O dear Jesus, do come! I
cannot stay, I cannot stay! O how can I live in this world! do take
my soul away from this sinful place! O let me never sin any more!”――In
this ecstasy she continued some time, uttering these and such like
expressions incessantly.
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