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When things were at the worst we would sing:
"As small birds are - a hole to cheer
In hollow trees for cover,
When whirlwinds blow - when hail and snow
O'er man and beast do hover:
So I to then, - Lord Christ, do flee,
Within thy wounds retired;
When sin and death - did stop my breath,
Here I again reposed."
This time was indeed a blessed period.
In January 1758. I had the favour to par-
take of the H.C. for the first time in the
Brethren church. I felt so unworthy of it, that
I hardly durst venture;
"Heav'nly joy and holy trembling
I felt in me past dissembling."
This divine repast proved a great blessing to me.
Hitherto I had been in a certain rapturous
way, which in some measure was there more
looked for, than a sinners' believing reliance
on the all sufficient merit and atonement
of Christ. I had made a fine covenant with
our savior to be his in all circumstances, both
adverse and prosperous, not questioning but I
could stand any trial, for I fear, that he had
possession of my heart, and I had an assurance
that he would safely lead me. Not withstand-