History of the M.E. Church, Vol. IV - Media Sabda Org
History of the M.E. Church, Vol. IV - Media Sabda Org
History of the M.E. Church, Vol. IV - Media Sabda Org
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Before he reached <strong>the</strong> last stanza his voice had become perfectly clear, and so pa<strong>the</strong>tic and<br />
impressive, that many faces were suffused with tears. After reading <strong>the</strong> hymn, he raised <strong>the</strong> tune<br />
himself, and <strong>the</strong> audience united with him in singing. The prayer which followed was simple,<br />
solemn, and affecting. On rising from his knees he straightened himself up, and after looking round<br />
upon <strong>the</strong> congregation a few moments, without opening <strong>the</strong> Bible, on which his right hand again<br />
rested, he announced as his text, Mal. iv, 1: 'For, behold, <strong>the</strong> day cometh.' I occupied a seat<br />
immediately before him. I knew full well that I was in <strong>the</strong> presence <strong>of</strong> a great as well as good man.<br />
Every word that fell from his lips, and every expression <strong>of</strong> his countenance, proclaimed to all, as I<br />
verily thought, <strong>the</strong> transcendent goodness <strong>of</strong> his heart, <strong>the</strong> purity <strong>of</strong> his motives, and <strong>the</strong> elevated<br />
character <strong>of</strong> his purposes. Man's responsibility to God was <strong>the</strong> leading thought. In <strong>the</strong><br />
commencement he dwelt at some length and with great effect on <strong>the</strong> all-pervading presence <strong>of</strong> Him<br />
with whom we have to do. Never until <strong>the</strong>n had I been so deeply impressed with <strong>the</strong> fact that God<br />
was all around me, above me, beneath me, within me. The sinfulness <strong>of</strong> sin and its dreadful<br />
consequences were portrayed in language and imagery most powerful and startling. I felt persuaded<br />
that no unconverted sinner, not wholly given up to hardness <strong>of</strong> heart, could listen to that discourse<br />
without exclaiming in <strong>the</strong> bitterness <strong>of</strong> his anguish, 'The arrows <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Almighty stick fast within me,<br />
and <strong>the</strong> terrors <strong>of</strong> God do set <strong>the</strong>mselves up in array against me.' I could distinctly hear <strong>the</strong> partially<br />
suppressed groans and prayers that rose from different parts <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> house. In conclusion, <strong>the</strong> great<br />
remedial scheme was brought to view. The ability and willingness <strong>of</strong> Almighty God, as revealed in<br />
Jesus Christ and him crucified, to save, to save now, to <strong>the</strong> uttermost and forever, were presented<br />
in such strains <strong>of</strong> simple, fervent, loving, melting eloquence, that <strong>the</strong> entire assembly was roused,<br />
excited, and overwhelmed. Some were pale with fear, o<strong>the</strong>rs radiant with hope. Prayer and praises,<br />
cries and songs, were commingled. While <strong>the</strong> wail <strong>of</strong> awakened sinners was heard in various parts<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> house, from o<strong>the</strong>r directions came <strong>the</strong> shouts <strong>of</strong> rejoicing saints. Christ, by his Holy Spirit, had<br />
spoken through his minister to <strong>the</strong> understandings and hearts <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> people. The midnight watch had<br />
come and gone before <strong>the</strong> people could be induced to leave <strong>the</strong> strangely consecrated place. Such<br />
a sermon as that, for clearness, directness, power, and effect, I have never heard. I left at an early<br />
hour <strong>the</strong> next morning for a distant appointment, rejoicing in God for <strong>the</strong> privilege <strong>of</strong> having seen<br />
and heard such a man as Valentine Cook. I never saw him more." [16]<br />
Such was this rare man, his appearance, his spirit, and his preaching. His habitual absorption, in<br />
prayer or study, gave him an air <strong>of</strong> singularity or eccentricity. He was absent-minded in company.<br />
In his devotional retirement in <strong>the</strong> woods, he would sometimes forget his congregations. He has been<br />
known to walk home from his appointments, leaving his horse behind, unconscious <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fact till<br />
reminded <strong>of</strong> it by his family. He loved music excessively, and felt that <strong>the</strong> old Methodist singing was<br />
one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> best preparations for powerful sermons. The young people <strong>of</strong> his neighborhood, who loved<br />
him much, gratified his taste by frequently serenading him at night. In 1819 he was impressed with<br />
<strong>the</strong> thought that his end was near. He wished once more to preach in some <strong>of</strong> his old fields, and<br />
"return home and arrange his affairs for an early departure to his inheritance above." He went<br />
preaching through Kentucky, parts <strong>of</strong> Ohio, and his old battle grounds in Pennsylvania. Passing on<br />
to Pittsburgh, New York, Philadelphia, he reached Baltimore, where he spent some time preaching<br />
"to vast crowds," and "scores and hundreds were converted through his instrumentality." He returned<br />
through <strong>the</strong> Greenbrier country <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Alleghenies, visiting his early friends, kneeling at <strong>the</strong> graves<br />
<strong>of</strong> his parents, giving his final warnings to <strong>the</strong> people, and re-entered his home in Kentucky singing<br />
a triumphant hymn. He settled his temporal affairs, and in <strong>the</strong> ensuing year died, uttering, as his last