A calm and peaceful sabbath--hope GOD has caused it to be a good one to my soul. Went upon deck as the sun was coming up from the water, all was tranquil and serene. My soul longed to shake off its slumbers with the shades of the night, and hail the beams of the Sun of Righteousness as mine eyes rejoice in the beams of the natural sun gilding the surface of the great deep. But I did not seem awake. The spirit sympathised with the languid form, and I went to our social conference, at ten, in the cabin, feeling that, so low were my attainments, so languid my best affections. "Earth was a tiresome place." Then was read from Heb. what the inspired writer says of the "Rest" which remaineth for the children of GOD-- was sung, the hymns, "Lord, what a wretched land is this,"--"There is a land of pure delight." Brother T.--concluded with prayer, blessing God that in our pilgrimage we were allowed to be comforted with truths such as we had been contemplating. The sermon was to me a melting one--though I did feel through the hymn and prayers, that the language I could make my own. At twelve assembled on deck for public worship.
From Sybil Bingham's journal December 12th:
ReplyDeleteA calm and peaceful sabbath--hope GOD has caused it to be a good one to my soul. Went upon deck as the sun was coming up from the water, all was tranquil and serene. My soul longed to shake off its slumbers with the shades of the night, and hail the beams of the Sun of Righteousness as mine eyes rejoice in the beams of the natural sun gilding the surface of the great deep. But I did not seem awake. The spirit sympathised with the languid form, and I went to our social conference, at ten, in the cabin, feeling that, so low were my attainments, so languid my best affections. "Earth was a tiresome place." Then was read from Heb. what the inspired writer says of the "Rest" which remaineth for the children of GOD-- was sung, the hymns, "Lord, what a wretched land is this,"--"There is a land of pure delight." Brother T.--concluded with prayer, blessing God that in our pilgrimage we were allowed to be comforted with truths such as we had been contemplating. The sermon was to me a melting one--though I did feel through the hymn and prayers, that the language I could make my own. At twelve assembled on deck for public worship.
To be continued on December 13