Gloucester and Greenwich, West Jerseys
Monday, November 17. Was much melted at parting from my dear friends. Had it much impressed upon my mind, that I should go to England, and undergo trials for the truth's sake. These words, 'The Jews sought to stone you, and do you go there again?' with our Lord's answer, have been for some time lying upon me. And while my friends were weeping round me, Saint Paul's words darted into my soul: 'What do you mean to weep and break my heart?' I am willing not only to be bound, but to die for the Lord Jesus. After fervent prayer, I took my leave of some, but being to preach at Gloucester in the West Jerseys, others accompanied me in boats over the river. We sung, as we sailed, but my heart was low. I preached at Gloucester, but found myself weighed down, and not able to deliver my sermon with my usual vigor. However there was an affecting melting, and several (as I heard afterwards) who had been in bondage before, at that time received joy in the Holy Spirit. With abundance of tears, after dinner most of Philadelphia friends that came over the water took their last farewell. To see us part was somewhat moving. I rode on in company with several to Greenwich, and preached to a few, and scarce with any power. My animal spirits were almost gone, and assistances suspended. In the evening we traveled on a few miles, but my body was more and more out of order, and I thought God was preparing me for future blessings. It is good to be humbled. I am never better than when I am brought to lie at the foot of the cross. It is a certain sign God intends that soul a greater crown. Lord, let me always feel myself a poor sinner. Amen and Amen.
