Memoirs of John S. Stokes; A Minister of the Gospel in the Society of Friends

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 Excerpt: ...for such an hour as this, that sooner or later we should all be separated from each other, and appear before the judgment seat of Christ, there to be judged of the deeds done in the body, whether they be good or evil, etc, Great solemnity prevailed, and deep feeling was manifested by many Friends and others. I felt it was good to be there. First day morning, Twelfth Month 7th.--Attended our meeting, feeling greatly stripped, and my faith tried even to an hair's breadth, sitting as with my mouth in the very dust, and in my distress I cried unto the Lord; and in his tender love and mercy He was pleased to lift up the light of his countenance upon me, raised me upon my feet to proclaim his Gospel to those present, in a clear testimony of his goodness, love and almighty power, and greatly to the comfort and peace of my own mind; praise the Lord, O my soul! Twelfth Month 20th, Seventh-day.--Went over to Haddonfield to attend the burial of C. Allen Hamblin, a young man about twenty-three years of age, and of good reputation, and son of a first cousin of my wife. The company met in Friends' meeting-house, most of whom were young and middle aged. A number seemed much tendered. Several short but earnest exhortations, especially to the young, were held forth, that they too, might be also ready; and that they might double their diligence in making their calling and election sure before they, too, were called hence to be seen here of men no more. They were reminded also that it was not every one that saith Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of Heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father, which is in Heaven! It was a solemn season, and I hope may be remembered by all that were present, for it was of the Lord's tender mercies! First-day, Twelfth Mon...