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the <abbr>Brn</abbr>: freqeuntly <abbr>calld</abbr> to see me and when they was gone my<br />
 
the <abbr>Brn</abbr>: freqeuntly <abbr>calld</abbr> to see me and when they was gone my<br />
 
Conclusion was I am not like them, I do not know our Saviour.<br />
 
Conclusion was I am not like them, I do not know our Saviour.<br />
I wept and <abbr>pray&#39;d</abbr> and <abbr>conferr&#39;d</abbr> with my Colleague <persname>Pastor Heinold</persname> but<br />
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I wept and <abbr>pray&#39;d</abbr> and <abbr>conferr&#39;d</abbr> with my Colleague <persname>Pastor Reinold</persname> but<br />
 
<abbr>receiv&#39;d</abbr> poor comfort, often I <abbr>stretch&#39;d</abbr> myself in the Dust and<br />
 
<abbr>receiv&#39;d</abbr> poor comfort, often I <abbr>stretch&#39;d</abbr> myself in the Dust and<br />
 
<abbr>beg&#39;d</abbr> our Saviour to look graciously on me, but in the Midst<br />
 
<abbr>beg&#39;d</abbr> our Saviour to look graciously on me, but in the Midst<br />
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This <abbr>shock&#39;d</abbr> me so, that I let the Paper fall out of my Hands and<br />
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fell after it to the Earth. I had no utterance for words, but wept<br />
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for Mercy, and gave myself <sic>intirely</sic>&nbsp; <corr>entirely</corr> up to our Saviour without<br />
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the least limitation, that with me he might do, whats pleasing<br />
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in his sight, and from me take <sic>whatere</sic>&nbsp; <corr>whatever</corr> he will, <sic>whatere</sic>&nbsp; <corr>whatever</corr> he<br />
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thinks not right. To me it was as <sic>tho</sic>&nbsp; <corr>though</corr> I then <abbr>receiv&#39;d</abbr> permission<br />
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to kiss the Prints of the Nails in his sacred Feet! I felt a Di=<br />
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=vine assurance of the forgiveness of my Sins, and <add>the</add> covenant I then<br />
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made, is still sure and firm, my heart is no longer mine, but His.<br />
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I shall not say much of what <abbr>follow&#39;d</abbr> this change. The want of<br />
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a true poor Sinner heart often <abbr>caus&#39;d</abbr> me to commit great failings.<br />
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The <abbr>Awaken&#39;d</abbr> Souls keeping to me, Brought on <add>me</add> the displeasure of the<br />
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School Master, My Colleague, the Mayor of the City and all the Mages=<br />
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=tracy of the Lutheran Side, One Honest <sic>Councellor</sic>&nbsp; <corr>Counselor</corr> excepted. The<br />
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Process at <placename>Strassburg</placename> <persname>D.</persname><hi rend="superscript"><persname>r</persname></hi><persname>&nbsp;Froereisen</persname> would have me <abbr>turn&#39;d</abbr> out of my<br />
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Office by the Civil Magistrates, and so it went on, till the year <date>1748</date>.<br />
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Mean time our Saviour gave me more <sic>oppertunitys</sic>&nbsp; <corr>opportunities</corr> of becoming acquainted<br />
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with the <abbr>Brn</abbr>: and in the year <date>1747</date> I made a 12 days visit at<br />
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<placename>Herrnhaag</placename> to my great Blessing. I was soon convinced that I be=<br />
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=longed to this People, but how, or when, my dear Saviour would<br />
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bring me thither, that I did not dare to Consider on, this I knew;<br />
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it must <sic>thro</sic>&nbsp; <corr>through</corr> a Miracle, otherwise it could not come to Pass. After<br />
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this Blessed Visitation, the Enemy grew more <sic>inraged</sic>&nbsp; <corr>engraged</corr>, and I became<br />
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a detestation to the whole City except the <abbr>Awakend</abbr> Souls; but my<br />
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heart was <sic>chearful</sic>&nbsp; <corr>cheerful</corr> and happy, I supplicated and <abbr>obtain&#39;d</abbr> of my<br />
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dear Lord a Promise, which was a great Consolation to me. In <date>Au=<br />
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=gust 1749</date> my dear Wife took to her Bed, and in this her last Ill=<br />
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=ness she felt she was a wretched Sinner, <abbr>begd</abbr> for Mercy and openly<br />
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<abbr>confess&#39;d</abbr> she had sought the World more than our Saviour, and<br />
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fell asleep with this fervent wish: Shelter my Soul most gra=<br />
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=ciously within thy <abbr>open&#39;d</abbr> Side; In the 36 year of her age.<br />
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and as my poor Heart, notwithstanding its Corruption was always 
soften'd and my Eyes swam in Tears whenever I read of Jesus Suffring
for the Sins of the World, I felt the same Emotion at reading these Hymns
and had a desire to hear more of these people, and this I obtain'd
by means of my dear deceased Uncle <sic>Councellor</sic>  <persname><corr>Counselor</corr> Engelbach</persname> who
was in <sic>Connexion</sic>  <corr>Connection</corr> with the Brn: I intreated him to send a Br.
to me and in the year <date>1749</date> Old <persname>Brother Gold</persname> came at My Request
to my House on his Journey <sic>thro</sic>  <corr>through</corr> Our City. This Simple Country
Man was a great Blessing to me. He look'd cheerful and happy, that
I was not, and myself made confidence in Jesus <sic>Merrits</sic>  <corr>Merits</corr> would not
stand the Test, nor quiet the uneasiness of my heart. After this
the Brn: freqeuntly calld to see me and when they was gone my
Conclusion was I am not like them, I do not know our Saviour.
I wept and pray'd and conferr'd with my Colleague <persname>Pastor Reinold</persname> but
receiv'd poor comfort, often I stretch'd myself in the Dust and
beg'd our Saviour to look graciously on me, but in the Midst
of my groans and Lamentations <add>it was</add> as <sic>tho</sic>  <corr>though</corr> a Voice within me said
arise, you are not in Earnest, If I give you Honour, and leave you
in your High Life, then I may be your Saviour of choice, but it
would not suit you to forgo all things for my sake, so as I have
for your sake. I felt the Truth of this Reproach, and must be
Silent. Mean time the uneasiness of my Soul still increas'd
I began to mourn and lament again, but as it <sic>allways</sic>  <corr>always</corr> turns
out Fruitless; the Enemy put it in my Mind that I was a 
cast away, our Saviour neither would, nor could be Merciful
to such a sinner. This went so far that I was actually be=
=tween Atheism and Desperation. I could no longer Pray
but wherever I turn'd cried out: Oh Jesu Oh Jesu! The <date>26</date><hi rend="superscript"><date>th</date></hi><date>
of October 1744</date> when my distress seemd to be at the highest 
Pitch, I was reading the French News Paper, and all at once
I was struck with these words which seemd as <sic>tho</sic>  <corr>though</corr> they was
spoke in my heart: canst thou read that, and hast no
                                                                            Saviour
                                                                                   This

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This shock'd me so, that I let the Paper fall out of my Hands and
fell after it to the Earth. I had no utterance for words, but wept
for Mercy, and gave myself <sic>intirely</sic>  <corr>entirely</corr> up to our Saviour without
the least limitation, that with me he might do, whats pleasing
in his sight, and from me take <sic>whatere</sic>  <corr>whatever</corr> he will, <sic>whatere</sic>  <corr>whatever</corr> he
thinks not right. To me it was as <sic>tho</sic>  <corr>though</corr> I then receiv'd permission
to kiss the Prints of the Nails in his sacred Feet! I felt a Di=
=vine assurance of the forgiveness of my Sins, and <add>the</add> covenant I then
made, is still sure and firm, my heart is no longer mine, but His.
I shall not say much of what follow'd this change. The want of
a true poor Sinner heart often caus'd me to commit great failings.
The Awaken'd Souls keeping to me, Brought on <add>me</add> the displeasure of the
School Master, My Colleague, the Mayor of the City and all the Mages=
=tracy of the Lutheran Side, One Honest <sic>Councellor</sic>  <corr>Counselor</corr> excepted. The
Process at <placename>Strassburg</placename> <persname>D.</persname><hi rend="superscript"><persname>r</persname></hi><persname> Froereisen</persname> would have me turn'd out of my
Office by the Civil Magistrates, and so it went on, till the year <date>1748</date>.
Mean time our Saviour gave me more <sic>oppertunitys</sic>  <corr>opportunities</corr> of becoming acquainted
with the Brn: and in the year <date>1747</date> I made a 12 days visit at
<placename>Herrnhaag</placename> to my great Blessing. I was soon convinced that I be=
=longed to this People, but how, or when, my dear Saviour would
bring me thither, that I did not dare to Consider on, this I knew;
it must <sic>thro</sic>  <corr>through</corr> a Miracle, otherwise it could not come to Pass. After
this Blessed Visitation, the Enemy grew more <sic>inraged</sic>  <corr>engraged</corr>, and I became
a detestation to the whole City except the Awakend Souls; but my
heart was <sic>chearful</sic>  <corr>cheerful</corr> and happy, I supplicated and obtain'd of my
dear Lord a Promise, which was a great Consolation to me. In <date>Au=
=gust 1749</date> my dear Wife took to her Bed, and in this her last Ill=
=ness she felt she was a wretched Sinner, begd for Mercy and openly
confess'd she had sought the World more than our Saviour, and
fell asleep with this fervent wish: Shelter my Soul most gra=
=ciously within thy open'd Side; In the 36 year of her age.
                                                                                     As