Sunday, August 21, 2011
The power of the Lord was unusually present, both to wound and to heal.
Sun. 21 Aug 1774. At nine, I began the service at St. Daniel’s and concluded a little before twelve. It was a good time. ‘The power of the Lord was’ unusually ‘present’, both to wound and to heal. Many were constrained to cry, while others were filled with speechless awe and silent love. After dinner, I went over to Haverfordwest but could not preach abroad because of the rain. Both here and at Pembroke, I found the people in general to be in a cold, dead, languid state. And no wonder since there had been for several months a total neglect of discipline. I did all I could to awaken them once more and left them full of good resolutions.