They patch my people up with lies For as thou sayest thou can'st not see, Just so, I say, my people be→ For by my House they've done the same, Patch'd up the Law and Gospel too, To beggar all mankind; For as thy Father's house appear'd Just so my honour must appear, The way that they go on." The former words I could not understand, and I was answered in the following manner; "What, is thy head so very weak In things that are so plain? And all the rags I mean; The quarrels broke you well do know, The way they mend it all with rags And where's the glazier that is found To mend the glass that's here? But in thy heart thou say'st there's none; For who my Gospel now doth mend, To say my words are come; And that the truth is verified No; this the wise men have denied ; Their ragged garments still Are all the wise men here; In every step I'll act like thee Now in this house of clay; My anger it shall rise like thine, I'm wearied out, as thou hast been, But to the purpose let them come, But as their weakness I do know, For like thy Father all have done, To cut my Bible high, So that the stubble still doth stand And here's the mystery: Another after him did come Because thy Father's labour's gone, Week as thy Father all are come; The branch cut off and stumps remain, The Valley of Jehoshaphat, a communication given in 1796. For to the valley all must come When that I do begin to plead, And rescue every man ; For when the battles I have fought, And every victory won, I'll bring them in the valley low, And reason then with men.. And what I suffer'd to this day, As I for man do feel; The marks can ne'er be done away.../ My side is open still A doubting Thomas to receive, A persecuting Paul; The trembling jailors I will free, And men shall know ME all, As doves begin to fly. The valley must be in the heart→→ I see, is every one. I said thy Father's house, like mine, Was now to ruin come; Therefore I see 'tis time for ME To come and make an end. "Tis deeper than philosophy The lines that thou hast penn'd. Now let the learned men appear And tell me how they think 'twill be What signs or wonders will they see, Or how do they expect 'twill be, If they will say they can explain, And shew their judgment clear; For flesh and blood can never know, "Tis words must try the hearts of meň, For signs or wonders will not do, 'Tis words do try the heart: And words shall bring all to their view So now if man will humbly come And own thou art a simple worm, My Spirit sure 't must be, "Know what I told thee of thy father's house, which I compared to the Shepherds, and the likeness of your nation; and this I ordered thee to bring forward to join together, that they may see how many years are past and gone, since I told thee all went wrong in their labour; that they cut my Bible high; that they cut off the branches, and let the stumps remain; that men were come as weak as thy father; because their labour is gone, that they have neither power to cut off the stumps; neither have they wisdom to discern my Bible how it stands, or how my Gospel stands; neither do they understand the Revelations, that when they break, the end is at hand: therefore I said unto thee "The Woman clothed with the Sun shall make all nations shake; And wonders will come on; And let him bring his FIFTY MEN "Then they will find I shall fulfil the words that I have said in thy writings. "On my holy hill I'll come to cut the stumps away: But know I have told thee "A Canan's wonder must begin, "And now let men see what I said of thy father's house; and compare it with your land." Here I am ordered to bring forward my own pleading and petitions to the Lord, in 1794. I was deeply wounded with the conduct of the Methodists, who said that my writings were not from the Lord. I was ordered to pen my feelings, and was answered that the preparation of the heart, and the answer of the tongue, were both from the Lord. I was to pen my feelings in verse, and it should be answered to me. I wished to forgive all injuries; but said, to my shame, I could not forget them, though I wished them to be buried in oblivion, never to be remembered any more. But, Oh, the follies of my heart! And every injury done to me Lie spread before my eyes; |