Old Time Repentance

by Frank Jones


"While we were singing, there was one (the woman mentioned in my Journal of February 9) who, I may venture to say, if I may be allowed to say so much of any person I ever saw, was filled “with joy unspeakable and full of glory” [1 Pet. 1:8], and could not but burst forth in prayer and praises to God before us all, with many tears, crying sometimes in English and sometimes in Indian, “Oh, blessed Lord, do come, do come! Oh, do take me away, do let me die and go to Jesus Christ! I am afraid if I live I shall sin again! Oh, do let me die now! Oh, dear Jesus, do come! I can’t stay, I can’t stay! Oh, how can I live in this world! Do take my soul away from this sinful place! Oh, let me never sin any more! Oh, what shall I do, what shall I do! Dear Jesus, oh, dear Jesus,” etc. In this ecstasy she continued some time, uttering these and such like expressions incessantly. And the grand argument she used with God to take her away immediately, was, that if she lived, she should sin against him.

When she had a little recovered herself, I asked her if Christ was not now sweet to her soul? Whereupon, turning to me with tears in her eyes, and with all the tokens of deep humility I ever saw in any person, she said, “I’ve many times heard you speak of the goodness and the sweetness of Christ, that he was better than all the world. But oh! I knew nothing what you meant, I never believed you! I never believed you! But now I know it is true!” Or words to that effect. I answered, “And do you see enough in Christ for the greatest of sinners?” She replied, “Oh! enough, enough! for all the sinners in the world if they would but come.” And when I asked her if she could not tell them of the goodness of Christ; turning herself about to some poor Christless souls who stood by, and were much affected, she said, “Oh! There’s enough in Christ for you, if you would but come! Oh, strive, strive to give up your hearts to him,” etc. And upon hearing something of the glory of heaven mentioned, that there was no sin in that world, etc., she again fell into the same ecstasy of joy and desire of Christ’s coming; repeating her former expressions, “Oh, dear Lord, do let me go! Oh, what shall I do, what shall I do! I want to go to Christ! I can’t live! Oh, do let me die,” etc.

She continued in this sweet frame for more than two hours before she was well able to get home."

(Diary of David Brainerd)