Whitefield's brother converted



Mr. Whitefield, brother of the noted preacher, had fallen into a backslidden state. In conversation with the Countess of Huntingdon one day, he said, "My lady, I know what you say is true. The mercy of [220] God is infinite: I see it clearly. But, ah! my lady, there is no mercy for me--I am a wretch, entirely lost." "I am glad to hear it, Mr. Whitefield," said Lady H. He looked with great surprise.--"What, my lady, glad! glad in your heart that I am a lost man?" " Yes, Mr. Whitefield, truly glad; for Jesus Christ came into the world to save the lost." He set down his cup of tea on the table. "Blessed be God for that," said he--"Glory be to God for that word!" he exclaimed. "O, what unusual power is this which I feel attending it! Jesus Christ came to save the lost! then I have a ray of hope,"--and so he went on. As he finished his last cup of tea, his hand trembled, and he complained of illness. He went out into the chapel court for the benefit of the air, but staggered to the wall, exclaiming, "I am very ill." Soon after he was brought into the house he expired.--Sinner, backslider, dost thou feel thyself undone? Remember that "the Son of man came to seek and to save that which was lost" (Luke 19:10).


From: The Testimony of a Hundred Witnesses (1858) Compiled by J. F. Weishampel, Sr.

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