Wrinehill: Camp meeting and love feast 1825
Camp meeting and love feast, 1825
Camp Meeting, Lovefeast, etc, at Wrine Hill
Sunday, July 31, 1825, a camp meeting was held at Wrine Hill. The morning was fine, and the weather continued fine all the day. About nine o’clock in the morning, we met upon the ground. The meeting was begun with singing and prayer. I then gave a short exhortation upon faith from John xiv. 13. – And whatsoever ye shall ask in my name will I do. After which, another Brother preached a short sermon. We then drew out in praying companies for about half an hour, and the blessing of God was poured down upon us.
When we came up to the preaching stand again, a venerable old father spoke to the people in a very solemn manner, and it had a very solemn effect upon the hearers. We then dismissed the people an hour for dinner. The meeting was powerful all the morning; the people heard as for eternity; their eyes seemed fixed and their hearts opened to receive the word of life; tears ran down their cheeks, and I trust lasting good was done.
In the afternoon the meeting was opened the same as in the morning, by singing and prayer, and the power of God came down in a wonderful way; the preachers and people rose strong in faith. Brother H. Bourne then preached, and had very great liberty in speaking; the word seemed to run like fire among the dry stubble: there was a shaking among the dry bones. The Spirit of God was poured down in streams, and God was nigh at hand. Deut. Xxiii – ‘For the Lord thy God walketh in the midst of thy camp.’
We conducted the afternoon service the same as the morning: the preachings were short and lively, and clothed with power divine; the glory of God rested upon us all the day; sinners were affected under the word, and brought to seek the Lord; believers were made divinely happy, so that they could rejoice with joy unspeakable; their hearts being filled with love divine. Numbers that came from different places, returned home at night praising the Lord for what they had received from his benevolent hand. I trust the fruits of this meeting will be seen in eternity. The preachers were blessed with power and liberty; the people with faith and love; sinners mourned; saints rejoiced, devils trembled. Psalm xcviii.10 – O sing unto the Lord a new song for he hath done marvellous things; his right hand, and his holy arm hath gotten him the victory.
At night I gave a short exhortation in the chapel before the love feast began; such a blessed time I have seldom enjoyed.
We begun the lovefeast, and the glory of the Lord filled the place. Such a time I believe I have not enjoyed for more than twelve months. Several of the people spoke sound good experience, how the work of God was prospering in their souls. After a short time, numbers began to cry for God to have mercy on their souls. I made a ring at one end of the chapel, and got some of the mourners in it. Three professed to find peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Such cries for mercy among sinners, and exclamations of joy among God’s children, I seldom see. Many professors said it was one of the most powerful times they ever felt. Some were thirsting for full sanctification. Truly this was a time of refreshing from the presence of the Lord.
One who was seeking the Lord on Sunday night, got set at liberty on Monday night at a prayer meeting.
Tuesday, August 2, I spoke at Wrine Hill again to a very good congregation. Several were soon seized with the power of God; and one woman rose up in the midst of divine service and said that God had sanctified her soul there and then. Such a divine power came down as I cannot fully describe. After I had spoken a short time, I gave out a few verses of a hymn, and came out of the pulpit, and began to pray with the mourners. I think there was th greatest part of a score at one time; and I believe, there was neither man nor woman in the chapel but felt the power of God less or more. Three or four professed to find liberty. The Lord is doing great things for us in this place. O Lord still revive thy work, and to thy great name shall be all the glory.
Primitive Methodist Magazine, 1825