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SCRIPTURAL SANCTIFICATION:<br />

An<br />

Attempted Solution of the Holiness Problem<br />

By The<br />

Rev. John R. Brooks, D.D.<br />

Chapter 21<br />

MODERN METHODIST TESTIMONY<br />

-- FISK, OLIN, FOSTER, PECK --<br />

-- MISS WILLARD, CARRADINE --<br />

-- ANDERSON, AND SCHOOLFIELD --<br />

We will first give the testimony of Dr. Tillett's distinguished namesake, the eminent Wilbur Fisk.<br />

In the following extracts, Dr. George Prentice, his biographer, very truly and justly characterizes him,<br />

and gives us some most important facts touching his experience and life. He says:<br />

"Dr. Wilbur Fisk, the charming, inspiring, and subduing preacher, the founder of institutional<br />

education in American Methodism, a man combining the distinctive charms that endear to us the<br />

beautiful characters of Fenelon and Channing, Jonathan Edwards and John Fletcher, lived more than<br />

a score of years in the faith and exemplification of the sublime doctrine of Christian perfection as<br />

taught by Jesus Christ, St. Paul, and St. John. He prized that great tenet as one of the most important<br />

distinctions of Christianity.<br />

"His experience, which left its radiant impress on his daily life, was signalized by an<br />

overwhelming effusion of the Holy Spirit, depriving him of physical strength for several hours. It<br />

occurred at a camp meeting at Wellfleet, on August 10, 1819. As he was passing one of the Boston<br />

tents, a lady invited him to stay in that tent. She then told him that on the way down an assurance had<br />

been given her that Mr. Fisk would receive the blessing of a holy heart at that meeting. Dr. Fisk says:<br />

'Her words thrilled through me in an indescribable manner. I wept, I trembled, I fell. But Satan drew<br />

a veil of unbelief over my mind. They prayed for me, but all was dark; my heart was [seemed] harder<br />

than ever. (A clearer revelation of his depravity which preceded this baptism.) Thursday morning<br />

we had a familiar conversation concerning heart holiness. About the setting of the sun, word came<br />

that souls were begging for prayers in Brother Taylor's tent (the celebrated "Father Taylor," of the<br />

Seaman's Bethel). I went immediately in, and behold! God was there. We united in prayer, when one<br />

after another, to the number of four or five, were converted. We rose to sing. I looked up to God, and<br />

thanked him for answering prayer, and cried, "Lord, why not hear prayer for my soul?" My strength<br />

began to fail while I looked in faith. "Come, Lord, and come now. Thou wilt come. Heaven opens,<br />

my Saviour smiles. Glory! glory! Oh, glory to God! Help me, my brethren, to praise the Lord." The<br />

scene that was now opened to my view I can never describe. I could say: "Lord, thou knowest that<br />

I love thee! I love thee above everything ... Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me<br />

praise his holy name."'

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