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more power to weep. After some time I got up, and thought I would go home, and put an end to my miserable life. "Yes," said I," I will come to an end, and know the worst at once." On my way home, as I thought, I got into Cannon-street, and observing a chapel there, into which people were then crowding, I remembered that it was the chapel of Mr. Roby, to which I had once or twice been in company with my mother. I stopped and said, "Shall I go in ?" "No," thought I, "I will not." The minister will take that text, "Cursed is every one that continueth not in all things written in the book of the law to do them." I proceeded a short distance down the street and stopped again. "Who can tell?" came once more into my mind. "Well," said I, "I can but be damned," and so I came to the resolution of going into the chapel, and "if I must perish, why," said I, "I perish." If ever I entered a place of worship with the feeling cry that God would, if it were possible, show mercy to one in so desperate a case, I believe I did then. When seated in the chapel, all the horrors of hell seemed to come upon me. I trembled from head to foot, and wished that I had never come in. At the conclusion of the first hymn, Mr. Roby went to prayer, and towards the end of it he dropped a few words which I believed were for nobody but me. He begged God that, if there were any one present who had come to make a last trial of his mercy, he would show himself to such a one as his God. It was with hard work that I could keep from calling out, "Yes, here is poor lost John Warburton. Here I am come to make the last trial." O how my soul went out to God in prayer, that he would appear for me. The prayer being finished, another hymn was sung previous to the sermon. All my little hope seemed dashed to pieces when I saw the minister take his Bible from the cushion to find his text. O, thought I, he is certainly seeking for that awful text which has so torn my heart asunder all these months. What shall I do, if he take that text, "Cursed

is every one," &c. ? O, what will become of me? I must drop into hell if he take that. O the feelings I experienced. I could not imagine why he delayed so

long to put the Bible upon the cushion. At last he did So, and I saw that it was opened about the middle. Blessed be God, my soul whispered, the text is not, "Cursed is every one that continueth not in all things which are written in the book of the law, to do them." O the expectation that sprung up within me. "Do,

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Lord, pardon my sins; do, Lord, have mercy upon my poor lost soul," burst from my heart, and when Mr. Roby read his text, O the wonder and the glory that shone into my soul. The precious text was, "Thou hast ascended up on high, thou hast led captivity captive; thou hast received gifts for men; yea, for the rebellious also, that the Lord God might dwell among them." (Psalm 1xviii. 18.) O the love, peace, and joy, that broke into my heart as the words came out of his mouth. They were truly sweeter to my soul than ten thousands of gold and silver. I wondered again with astonishment, and said in my soul, "What can this mean? Where are my sins? What can be the meaning of all this? Where is my burden, and the wrath and terror I have had so many months?" And again the text flowed into my soul, "Thou hast led captivity captive; thou hast received gifts for men; yea, for the rebellious, that the Lord God might dwell amongst them." OI knew not where to hide my poor face. My soul kept whispering, Surely it cannot mean me; is it a dream? is it a dream?" I looked for my sins, for my burden, for the wrath and misery I had so long carried in my poor distracted soul, and could find neither guilt nor sins, wrath nor bondage; for the Saviour of my soul had taken it all away. Such a sight of his sufferings and death shined into my soul, as broke my heart to pieces. O how I looked upon him and mourned. "What have I done?" cried I; " I have crucified the Lord. O my cursed sins, that drove the nails into his hands and feet, and thrust the spear into his heart. O wretch, wretch that I am! And canst thou, wilt thou save and pardon me, notwithstanding all my cursed sins?" How wonderfully was my soul led to see that the dear Saviour had fulfilled and obeyed that holy law which I had broken in ten thousand instances, that cursed sins had been laid upon him, and that he

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had suffered in my room and stead. I had so blessed a sight, by faith, of his feet and hands nailed to the cross, of the crown of thorns upon his head, and of the spear entering his heart; and his redeeming blood flowed with such peace, and love, and joy, and liberty into my soul, that I hardly knew what, or where I was. The poor things who sat in the same seat kept jogging me with their elbows to sit still; but it was impossible for me to sit still or to lie still. O the love I felt to my dear Saviour for such unmerited kindness to one so vile, to the vilest wretch that ever was on the earth. I can never express a thousandth part of the hatred I felt against my cursed sins, which pierced the Lord of life and glory.

When the service was over, I went down the street, blessing, thanking, wondering, praising, and adoring the God of my salvation; for text upon text flowed in upon my soul, one after another, with so much power, that sometimes I was obliged to hold my hand upon my mouth to prevent myself from shouting aloud in the street. On my way home, I got into the fields as soon as I could, and, when out of the sight and hearing of every human being, I shouted, I leaped, I danced, I thanked and praised my dear Jesus with all my might, until my bodily strength was so gone that I fell upon the ground, and there lay, firmly believing that I was upon the point of going to heaven, to be with my dear Lord and Saviour. O what cause of holy wonder I saw in God's being a just God, and yet a Saviour. That holy law that had been my terror for months, that had cursed me for every thought, word, and deed, I now saw completely honoured and righteously fulfilled in Christ. And how precious were these words, "For Christ is the end of the law for righteousness to every one that believeth." (Rom. x. 4.) Whilst another text, likewise, came on the back of it with so much power, sweetness, majesty, and glory, that it overwhelmed me with adoration, praise, and thanksgiving, "Christ hath redeemed us from the curse of the law, being made a curse for us: for it is written, Cursed is every one that hangeth on a tree." (Gal. iii. 16.) I saw, and believed, and felt that Christ

had stood in my law-place and stead; and that all the wrath and damnation which I had deserved at the hands of a just God had been laid upon Jesus. I saw that he had stood as my surety and bondsman, and had atoned for all my sins, and magnified the law, and made it honourable in so holy a way, that there could be no condemnation either from heaven, earth, or hell. My poor soul was so carried away with the transports of joy, that if anybody had seen me they would have supposed that I had just escaped from Bedlam; for I shouted, danced, and clapped my hands with sweet delight. It was, indeed, a heaven upon earth. Those precious words of David were the very feelings of my heart at that time, "Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits; who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases; who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with loving-kindness and tender mercies." (Ps. ciii. 1-4.) I was blessing and praising God all my way home. My poor wife had been very uneasy on my account, for it was a very late hour when I reached home. But no wonder; for every tree of the field, every bird of the air, every beast and insect, even to the crawling worm, furnished me with matter of songs, wonder, and praise. They were all new to me. In all of them I could see the hand of my Father and my God. I could not help telling my wife the comfort which I had received. God, I told her, had pardoned all my sins. I was sure of going to heaven, for Christ had suffered and died. for me upon the cross. Poor thing! at that time she could not endure anything like religion, yet I could not conceal from her the blessing I had received. told her of the dreadful state she was in, and how awful a thing it would be for her to die in it. I then told her how the Lord had appeared for me, and what he had suffered for my poor soul, and how he had pardoned all my sins. The poor thing thought I was out of my mind; but I told her I was saying nothing but the truth, that all my sins had been actually pardoned, and taken away by my Saviour, Jesus Christ, and that

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I desired henceforth to live and die praising and adoring him for his wonderful goodness to one so vile. In this happy state of liberty, peace, and praise, I lived for months. In every chapter of the Bible that I read, I could see something new, and exceedingly sweet and precious to my soul: "His words were found, and I did eat them, and they were unto me the joy and rejoicing of my heart." Nothing could I see in the heavens above, or upon the earth beneath, but his love, power, mercy, grace, and loving-kindness. preaching Jesus Christ, and his preciousness, to every one with whom I could get to talk; and ignorantly thought that all who went to a chapel would be ready to rejoice with me. But, alas! I was wonderfully deceived; for when, at the first prayer meeting which I went to, I told them what great things the Lord had done for my soul, how he had delivered me from the curse of the law, and been made a curse for me, having died in my room and stead; how he had finished my transgressions, and made a complete end of all my sins; when I told them these things, and how God had made them known to my soul, convincing me that there was now no condemnation for me, and that I was as sure of going to heaven as that Christ was there; poor things! they could not tell what to make of me. Some laughed, some pitied, some called it nothing but wild-fire, whilst others warned me not to be too secure. I kept them as long as I could persuade any of them to stay and listen, relating to them every particular, how I was, and where I was, and how it came to my soul, and how happy I was. I could have stayed all night, for it was my meat and drink to tell how great things the Lord had done for my soul.

Having left the chapel, and got into the fields, I began to think over what they had said, and to question myself whether they might not be in the right, and all they said very true. They are some of them, thought I, old Christians, and have been many years in the ways of God. "They must certainly" said I, "know better than such a young fool as I. Yet, surely it cannot be all a deception. Can I be deceived in losing

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