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
_Sunday 26._ I was in a high fever, yet when I got with the family,
I forgot my pain, while we conversed of the love of God. It being
_Easter-day_, I examined what I had gained since last _Easter_? And
I trust God has given me more humility, patience, and likeness to
himself.”
He was detained at _Bristol_, thro’ his illness, longer than he had
intended; and was but slightly recovered, when he was told of a ship,
just ready to sail for _Cork_. Being resolved on the journey, and
willing to embrace the very first opportunity, weak as he was, he
embarked at _Pill_ on the 13th of _April_. The passage was ♦extremely
dangerous; insomuch, that the mariners themselves, looked for nothing
less than perishing, so boisterous were the winds and the seas. But see
the blessedness of being true believers in Christ! *Tho’ they expected
every moment to go to the bottom of the great deep; “Yet God, says he,
gave me more faith, and patience, and joy, than ever I felt before.
I could not see death terrible to me. I prayed, and praised God
incessantly; for sleep I could not an hour while on board; and neither
could I eat. But Christ was with me in all, and supported me. I pleaded
with the Lord in behalf of the passengers, beseeching him that he would
not take them away in their sins. They cried out vehemently, ‘We are
not fit to die!’ On their account I did not desire to sleep; I cried
aloud to God in prayer in the cabbin; and they gladly attended _then_.
On _Saturday_ the wind abated, and the next day we landed safe in
_Cork_.”
♦ “extremly” replaced with “extremely”
*On my hearing of his arrival (being then in the county, and it being
many months, since we parted at _London_) I hastened to see him; and
can never forget the idea, which the first sight of him gave me, of
a man in deep _fellowship with_ God. On my opening his room door, and
just appearing, he got up from his chair, being in deep contemplation,
and with a spirit and countenance, composed and solemn as the grave,
he said with a low voice, ‘God bless you.’ We embraced each other
with tears; after which kneeling down, he prayed, as to a _present_
God indeed! with such melting and moving expressions, and with such
reverential confidence, as surpassed all that I had known and admired
in him before; and plainly discovered his having entered since we
parted, much further into _the holiest, by the blood of_ JESUS.
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