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The Life And Ministry Of Frederick King
Our dear friend was a tried Christian, but he did not parade his troubles in the pulpit. He was careful not to speak about himself, but his sermons were brimful and running over with a precious Christ. I have seen the tears start in his eyes, and an expression of glory in his countenance, while he exclaimed in Rutherford's language:— “O Christ, He is the fountain, The deep sweet well of love, The streams on earth I've tasted More deep I'll drink above;” His sermons were sweetly interspersed with choice hymns, and they were always most appropriate. I asked him once how it was that he expressed himself so often in poetical language, and he quietly replied because hymns or verses expressed his feelings in…
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The Life And Ministry Of Frederick Pearce
Our dear friend, now in glory, was born in the year 1819, and being early called by grace was baptised at the old Baptist Chapel, Bradford-on-Avon, when about twenty years of age; where, fifty-seven years afterwards, he preached his last sermon. His was an unusually long life spent in the service of the Master. He early began to preach, and for about fifty-four years his voice was heard testifying in simplicity and sincerity of the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ. During the whole of that long period he was upheld in a most consistent and honourable profession. He Lived The Gospel He Loved His first pastorate was at Hilperton, then Road in Wiltshire; and after brief sojourns at Willenhall and Newton Abbott, he removed…
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The Life And Ministry Of Frank Matthewman
My Dear Brother In The Lord,—I feel somewhat diffident about complying with your request for a sketch (for publication) of my call by grace and to the ministry, inasmuch as it brings forcibly to my mind 1 Kings 20:11, "Let not him that girdeth on his harness boast himself as he that putteth it off," but again, I thought it might be blessed by the Lord to some young disciples, who possibly have been discouraged by the damping process alluded to in a recent article by pastor T. Jones, which, though unpleasant in operation, doubtless has some beneficial effects. I was born at Lockwood, in Yorkshire, on March 10th, 1870. My parents and grandparents had all been associated with Rehoboth, and my father being superintendent,…
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The Life And Ministry Of Frank Fells
Dear Christian Brother,—I feel it to be a very solemn and sacred matter to write a short sketch of one's life. At your request, however, I will attempt to do so, craving Divine help, and guidance, so that experiences may be recorded, which shall most benefit those who read, and afford matter for reflection, and meditation to the spiritually discerning, who are able to see, couched in the language, the working of the Holy Ghost. Being born in the town of Hitchin, on August 9th, 1866, it is my delight to look back and remember that the Lord began to deal with me at a very early age. I could not have been more than eight years old when spiritual impressions were first made upon…
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The Life And Ministry Of F. G. Burgess
Dear Mr. Editor,—I have been born twice; firstly, in the village of Tilehurst, near the Town of Reading, Berks. My life has been a chequered one. At the age of eleven I found my dear mother sitting in her chair dead. Her sudden exit was probably caused by heart-disease. Shortly after this, upon my father's remarriage, I left the parental roof, and have from that time been getting the bread that perisheth by the sweat of my brow. After spending a year or two in different places in the country, I went to the Metropolis, where for several years I was left to plunge into sin. My only wonder is that God did not banish such a Wretch from the earth. Returning to the Town…
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The Life And Ministry Of Charles Guy
Our brother, Mr. I. C. Johnson, informs me you have expressed a wish to be furnished with a few details concerning my unworthy self, for use in our denominational magazine. Those details will be mainly of such circumstances in my life as are particularly connected with the particular and special mercy of a covenant God. One in looking back upon all the past, feels to have more occasion than others to gratefully hymn:— “O to grace how great a debtor, Daily I'm constrained to be." On the 19th of July, 1857, my eyes first saw the light of day in the old town of the beautiful Sussex sea-side resort, Eastbourne. Several times during my boyhood days was I brought in imminent danger of losing my…
