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
Saturday, June 30. My soul was much solemnized in reading God’s word;
especially the ninth chapter of Daniel. *I saw how God had called
out his servants to prayer, and made them wrestle with him, when he
designed to bestow any great mercy on his church. And I was ashamed of
myself, to think of my dulness and inactivity, when there seemed to be
so much to do for the upbuilding of Zion. Oh, how does Zion lie waste!
I longed, that the church of God might be enlarged: and was enabled
to pray in faith; my soul seemed sensibly to confide in God, and was
enabled to wrestle with him. Afterwards, I walked abroad to a place of
sweet retirement, and enjoyed assistance in prayer again: had a sense
of my great need of divine help, and felt my soul sensibly depend on
God.
*Lord’s day, July 1. After I came to the Indians, my mind was confused;
and I felt nothing of that sweet reliance on God, that my soul has
been comforted with in days past. In the afternoon I felt still barren,
when I began to preach; I seemed to myself to know nothing, and to
have nothing to say to the Indians; but soon after, I found in myself
a spirit of love, and warmth, and power; and God helped me to plead
with them, to “turn from all the vanities of the Heathen, to the living
God:” I am persuaded, the Lord touched their consciences; for I never
saw such attention in them before. When I came away, I spent the whole
time I was riding, in prayer and praise to God. And after I had rode
two miles, it came into my mind to dedicate myself to God again: which
I did with great solemnity, and unspeakable satisfaction; especially
giving up myself to him anew in the work of the ministry. And this I
did without any exception or reserve; not in the least shrinking back
from any difficulties, that might attend this blessed work. I was most
free, chearful, and full in this dedication of myself. My whole soul
cried, “Lord, to thee I dedicate myself: O accept of me, and let me be
thine for ever. Lord, I desire nothing else; I desire nothing more. O
come, come Lord, accept a poor worm. ‘_Whom have I in heaven but thee?
And there is none upon earth, that I desire besides thee._’” After this,
I was enabled to praise God with my whole soul, that he had enabled me
to devote and consecrate all my powers to him in this solemn manner.
My heart rejoiced in my particular work as a _missionary_; rejoiced in
my necessity of self-denial; and still continued to give up myself to
God, and implore mercy of him; praying incessantly, every moment, with
sweet fervency. My nature being very weak of late, was now considerably
overcome: my fingers grew very feeble, and numb, so that I could
scarcely stretch them out strait; and when I lighted from my horse
I could hardly walk, my joints seeming all to be loosed. But I felt
abundant strength _in the inner man_. I preached to the white people,
and God helped me much. Sundry of my poor Indians were so moved as to
come to meeting also; and one appeared much concerned.
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