Fork's Manor

Saturday, November 22. Preached in the afternoon to many thousands, and God was again pleased mightily to own his Word. There was a wondrous powerful moving, but it did not rise to such a degree as when I preached last spring. I was taken ill after preaching. Straining caused me to vomit much. I rode about twelve miles, was kindly received into house with all my friends, and thought it advisable to retire to bed immediately. But on a sudden, God's presence so filled my soul that I could scarce stand under it. I prayed and exhorted, and exhorted and prayed again, but with such power that every person in the room seemed to be under very great impressions, sighing and weeping from the very bottom of their soul, and one in particular roared for the very disquietness of her heart. This continued for near an hour or two; but at last my outward man was so weak, and my inward communications so strong, that I was quite overpowered. A dear friend undressed me. The Lord gave me sweet sleep, and in the morning I arose with my natural strength much renewed. Blessed be the Lord my God, from whom alone comes every temporal gift, as well as my eternal salvation!