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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 Heinold</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
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