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the Holy Ghost, springing up in my soul. I trust God will continue them to my dying day, and then receive me to Himself.
71. I had long been travelling in the wilderness in a land of deserts and pits, a land of drought and of the shadow of death." This had been any lot for twenty years: a just judgment of the Almighty for my sin. Blessed be His name, that He did not wholly cast me off! But I saw clearly nothing would avail but a fresh application of the Saviour's blood to my wounded soul. I had now a happy sense of this which, with the thoughts of His forbearance twenty years before my conversion, His filling me with His love for three years, His dealings with me in my fallen condition, and my present deliverance, caused my soul to overflow with wonder and praise for His long-suffering goodness. I saw nothing was too hard for God. I could cast myself on the Lord Jesus. All the promises in the Scriptures were full of comfort; particularly this, “I have known thee in the furnace of affliction." The Scriptures were all precious to my soul, as the rain to the thirsty land. And when Satan assaulted me afresh, I did not stand to reason with him, but fled to the Lord Jesus for refuge. Hereby the snare was soon broken, and I found an increase both of faith, hope, and love. I could now truly say, "The Lord is my Shepherd, therefore shall I lack nothing. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside the still waters: He restoreth my soul i He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake."
72. It was not my intention ever to write any account of these things, had not some of my friends greatly pressed me thereto. Nevertheless, I put off
from time to time, being conscious I had no talent for writing, until my peace was well-nigh lost. At last I was prevailed upon to begin. I had not written many lines, before I found my soul in perfect peace. I found myself likewise greatly assisted to recollect the manifold dealings of God with me: So that I have the greatest reason to believe it is His will I should make known, even by these instances of His goodness, that He is "long-suffering, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance." May He bless the feeble attempt to the good of many! May they learn wisdom by the things that I have suffered! And be all the glory ascribed unto Him that "sitteth on the throne, and unto the Lamb for ever!"
OF THE DEATH OF MR. HAIME.
BY MR. GEORGE STORY.
On the 18th of August, 1784, at Whitchurch, in Hampshire, died that faithful soldier of Christ, Mr. John Haime, in the seventy-eighth year of his age. For more than a twelvemonth past, his health visibly declined. A hectic fever, which continually increased, soon reduced him to skin and bone; nevertheless, his zeal for the glory of God, and concern for the salvation of sinners, abated not in the least. He preached as long as he was able to speak, and longer than he could stand without support.
On the Sunday before his death he requested the society to attend him in his own room; and for several minutes powerfully and affectionately exhorted them to persevere to the end, in that faith which worketh by love, and purifieth the heart.
The morning he died, in attempting to get out of bed, he fell down, and was much hurt; which occasioned violent pain. In about two hours after, the pain being a little abated, he desired to be raised up in bed and after shaking hands with five or six friends who were present, he prayed for the Divine blessing upon them separately; then for the church in general; and, lastly, for the little flock over which he had long been overseer. He then leaned back in bed; and although the pain was not so intense, yet
there were evident tokens of his approaching dissolution. His strength gradually decreased, and his sight and speech in a great measure failed. Yet he frequently broke out in prayer, in these and such like sentences :-" O Lord, in Thee have I trusted, and have not been confounded. In Thee do I now trust; let me never be confounded. Salvation is of the Lord. I have nothing to bring or to offer unto the Lord, but 'God be merciful to me a sinner!' When my soul departs from this body, a convoy of angels will conduct me to the paradise of God." His last prayer that could be understood was to this effect: "O Almighty God, who dwellest in light, which no mortal can approach, and where no unclean thing can enter, cleanse the thoughts of our hearts; grant us continually sweet peace, quietness, and assurance of Thy favour!" About an hour before his decease, he was heard to say, "This is a good way! O that all may tread this path in the important hour!" Presently after, he departed so quietly, that it was scarcely perceivable when he drew his last breath.
WHITCHURCH, September 1st, 1784.
END OF VOLUME I.