Moravian Lives

30.
upon our little burying ground, at Tytherton, at
that time, a most retired spot, where many an
aching heart was poured out to Him who seeth
in secret. Here I gave full vent to my pent up
feelings: I wept and prayed aloud, entreating the
Lord, to remove a burthen which was too heavy
for me. At length, quite exhausted and overcome
I threw my self on my grave of my dear depart=
=ed Father, indulging for some moments an agony
of grief which is indeed unutterable. Then falling
prostrate, I besought our Savior to make his
will known to me so clearly, that I could not be
mistaken, and to give me grace and strength, to do
what was pleasing in his sight, even though it
was cutting off a right hand, or plucking out a
right eye! I would then no longer consult with
flesh and blood, but would sacrifice every human
feeling for the enjoyment of that peace which the
world can neither give or take away! Scarcely were
these resolutions formed in my mind, but the friend
of sinners drew near; and, as the good Samaritan,
He poured oil, and wine, into my bleeding wounds,
and verifyed his gracious promise. "In this man
will I look, who is of a humble and contrite spi=
=rit, and trembleth at my word." His tender love
and compassion melted my soul like wax before
Him; (and I thought if I had a thousand hearts;
they should all be devoted to Him without reserve.)