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are two classes in the wilderness : one opposes 

 and reviles, and would destroy the word ; the 

 other loves it as their life. I fear there are two 

 classes among yon. My Friends ! This word 

 goes where it will : — I rejoice that it has come 

 into the wilderness, making it glad. None can 

 stop it. Those who oppose themselves to the 

 progress of this Word, are like the man that 

 would stop a thunder-gust with his hand. My 

 Brothers and Sisters ! Before we knew this 

 Word, we and our fathers worshipped after our 

 own ignorant manner : — now we rejoice in a 

 better way, and worship the God of our sal- 

 vation. We had priests, and sacrifices, and 

 dances, and ceremonies : these never softened 

 or improved our hearts. Our eyes never melted 

 into tears while worshipping, until we heard 

 the name of Jesus. His love and compassion 

 touched our hearts, and overwhelmed us like a 

 flood. My Brothers and Sisters ! Praying 

 neither tires nor grows old in the wilderness. 

 A story or a song, often repeated, becomes 

 wearisome ; but it is not so with prayer. The 

 more we pray, the more we love to pray, — it is 

 so with us in the wilderness. My Friends ! 

 A coloured man first brought us the Word : — 

 we were assembled, feasting, and singing, and 

 dancing : he tried to reason with us ; but we 



