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was preaching in various places, in cluding Bristol and London, and sup plying the little country parish of Dummer in Hampshire for one of his friends who was also of the “Oxford Methodists.” This last experience he confesses was a trial to his “proud heart.” Invited to Georgia In the meantime the Wesleys had gone to Georgia, and John wrote him describing the need of more workers, and said, “What if thou art the man, Mr. Whitefield? Do you ask me what you shall have? Food to eat, and raiment to put on; a house to lay your head in, such as your Lord had no t; and a crown of glory that fadeth not away.” Whitefield says that, “upon receiving this my heart leaped within me.” He began to consider and plan for joining his friends in the New World. (To be continued.) By the wild-rose’s garments gay, By the raven’s fare, Learn thou (dearer far than they) How to trust His care. Fret not, then, for food and dress, Trust the Father’s faithfulness. Heart He made On Him be stayed He hath said, “Be not afraid.” Grace that never can be told Flows for Jesus’ sake. No good thing would He withhold Had we faith to take. Rise, my soul, begin to live, Free to ask as He to give. Why so poor? A boundless store Waits the asking—want no more.
The sequel to this first sermon was amusing. A complaint was made to the Bishop that Whitefield had driven fifteen people mad. The Bishop re plied that he “hoped the madness might not be forgotten before the next Sunday.” Receives His B. A. Very soon after his ordination Whitefield returned to Oxford and received his degree of Bachelor of Arts. It should be remembered that while God was pleased to use many of the humbler men in the ranks of the “Methodists” to preach the Gospel to the conversion of thousands, yet He chose the leaders from scholarly men of the great universities. Anyone who seeks to explain the great awak ening of the 18th century as being the outcome of uneducated fanaticism and ignorant enthusiasm only exposes his own ignorance. During the next year Whitefield W HOSOEVER hath believed On the Son of God H a th eternal life received Through His precious blood. Death, thou Lamb of God, was thine; Life, eternal life is mine; Death for Thee, But Life for me; Thine, O Love, that life shall be. Cease, O wanderer, cease to roam Vainly seeking rest, Come to Jesus, hither come, Find in Him your quest.
LIFE AND LIFE ABUNDANT By J. H. SAMMIS
He will ease thee of thy load; Lead thee by a pleasant road. Come, rejoice With heart and voice Making life indeed your choice.
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