Liverpool, Tues, April 4.

All interested in the Welsh Revival will be pleased to learn that so great is the enthusiasm in Liverpool that the Lord Mayor has today written to the Rev. John Williams and Mr. Henry Jones (secretaries), and Mr. W. Evans, J.P (president of the Liverpool Revival Committee), offering to give on behalf of the citizens of Liverpool a welcome to Evan Roberts in any shape or form which the Revivalist and his friends might desire, either a public reception or otherwise, the anxiety being to recognise the Revival and the Revivalist. At present no definite reply has been given to this kind offer, but it is anticipated that Mr. Evan Roberts, accompanied by the Rev. John Williams and two or three friends will call upon the Lord Mayor so that a formal introduction may take place and mutual greetings be exchanged.

It may be as well to add that the Lord Mayor of Liverpool is a Scotch Presbyterian and Sunday school and that he is always in close touch with the Welsh people of the city. The Lady Mayoress was a Miss Evans, and she is said to be a Welsh lady.

This evening’s service at Seacombe - “the sleeping apartment” of Liverpool - afforded another illustration of the statement made more that once that in all the -now 83- meetings which I have been privileged to attend in connection with this great Revival no two services have been exactly alike. Tender and quiet, this service was quite unlike that of the previous night, and yet it was characterised by striking features of its own.

This meeting was not such a fine one from a purely numerical point of view as that of the previous night,, simply because the Welsh Calvinistic Methodist Chapel, Liscard Road, Seacombe, is very much smaller than the great buildings on the Liverpool side of the water; but it shaped well from the outset and that outset was an early one, I was in the chapel shortly after half past five for a seven o’clock service,, and found that not only was the chapel then full - actually packed - but the service was commencing. The pastor (the Rev. Ledwig Lewis) read an appropriate prayer (in welsh of course) asked God to remove from the hearts of those present any and every obstacle to the work of the Holy Sprit. He thanked God for raising this young prophet, and sending him, unknown by the multitude, from the mountain to do the Lord’s work. He asked God to give this prophet a message and the power to deliver it. Might the burden not be too great for him? It had killed many prophets before. Altogether it was a remarkable prayer, by a man who evidently understands the Revival and appreciates the character, the work, and the position of the Revivalist.

As I have said; the chapel was comparatively small, the accommodation being apparently for about 500, and even when the vestry had been filled, and the ministers had responded to the appeal to go there to help with the service, there was a large crowd outside, and overflow services were held in three other chapels. “A glywaist ti son am Iachawdwr y byd?” was sung as a solo by a young man in the body of the chapel, but as is the case with so many of the soles here, the rendering was so slow as to considerably damage the effect of it, and, consequently, the singing of the refrain was robbed of it’s inspiration. A woman’s prayer, which subsequently followed, was striking in its originality, as, for instance, when the suppliant gave thanks because “the devil is these days obliged to drive through many places with his chariot quite empty.” No wonder the congregation immediately afterwards broke out into a powerful rendering of “Marchog Iesu yn llwyddiannus” (Ride triumphantly, blessed Jesus”)

Mr. Evan Roberts arrived about seven p.m, accompanied by the Rev. John Williams, Mr. Henry Jones, Miss Annie Davies, and Miss Mary Roberts and they were met in the vestry by Mr. W. Evans, J.P. the chairman of the committee, who had been in the service from the beginning. The evangelist appeared to be quite radiant when he entered, and the service went on with prayer and praise alternately. There was a prayer of remarkable power by a Barmouth young woman and another of very striking pathos by the youngest daughter of the late Dr. Owen Thomas. “Dew mawr y rhyfeddedau maith (“Great God of wonders”) was sung, and sung very effectively, but at the close of the hymn Mr. Evan Roberts (who has been turning over the leaves of the pulpit Bible) rose, and taking for his text “Pwy a drig yn Dy babell (“Lord, who shall dwell in Thy tabernacles?”) he applied it be asking “Who is in thy tabernacles?” The answer was that those who dwelt in the tabernacles of the Lord must walk upright, do righteousness and have truth in their hearts. There were, he declared, some in that congregation now who could not look back upon their lives. Why? Because they had not walked uprightly before the Lord. They had appeared to men as if they had done so, but the eye of the Infinite had seen them. God could hide their sin, but there were some things which some of them had not asked God to hide and bury. Some of them needed clean hands. Some of them needed to ask God to bury their past, but them must first confess to God and ask His pardon. They might come there to sing, but what was wanted was worship, and before they could worship they must be clean and perfect. The poet had written:-

“Daw dydd o brysur bwyso
Ar grefydd cyn bo hir”

(A day of serious reckoning of religion soon will come”). Well, the day had come. God wanted clean hearts in His sanctuary. There were some who were not willing to bend to the things of the sanctuary. They must be pure in their aims and objects. When the object was pure and holy, the Lord forgave imperfections in methods. Much fear reigned here - fear of the judgement, fear of the light - and it was impossible to deceive the Infinite. How was it to be? Was the past to be cleared? Where, he continues, was the mocker in this meeting? The Lord would not be mocked but the day would come when the Lord would mock them. It was no use singing when there were hindrances in the service. Had no one breather a prayer for the removal of this mockery? Anyone, anywhere?

A deep silence followed, but closed eyes, moving lips, and bent heads indicated the prevalence of silent prayer, and presently Mr. Evan Roberts said; “Thank Heaven, it is beginning to clear.” He asked them to pray believingly. The a voice broke out into an audible prayer for the removal of every obstacle, and the prevalence of the spirit of prayer. A woman began singing “Dyma Feibl anwyl Iesu” and a few joined her, but Mr. Evan Roberts interposed with the request “Don’t sing for a while. Let us have prayer.” Mr. W. Evans (Liverpool) offered up a fervent Welsh prayer, and later on Mr. Evan Roberts declared that some were holding the service fast to the earth that evening. No matter how thirsty they might be for a good service, God’s thirst for souls was greater. “Where” he asked, “is prayer? Is prayer dead? Is it not disobedience to-night, although there is some disobedience. Some tried to escape from God’s eye by climbing and some by sinking into sin. The Psalmist went into the darkness, but there the light shone. The Psalmist went into the silence, but God was n the silence too.” After a pause he added, “The spiritual atmosphere has changed already, for the Holy Spirit is here and at His best.”

After dwelling on the necessity for purifying the Churches, Evan Roberts declared that if the service was slow it was well worth spending time over it, for God’s work, though slow, was certain. While dwelling on the need for a more thorough appreciation of the saviour’s love, Mr Roberts was visibly affected to tears, but, controlling his emotion, he concluded with a wonderful appeal for a more emphatic declaration of service and love from every believer. Miss Annie Davies sang with exquisite effect, “Cof am y Cyfiawn Iesu” (to the tune “Flee as a Bird”), and afterwards Mr. Evan Roberts said, “You can do everything now, sing or pray, as you are moved” - a declaration which was received with a great wave of “Amens.” “Will you sing ‘Dyma gariad fel y moroedd’?” (“Here is love like mighty torrents”). And it was sung.

The Rev. J. Williams now asked the congregation to sing “Marchog Iesu yn llwyddiannus,” and enter into the spirit of it. He remarked that at the previous nights meeting an English minister present declared that, although he did not understand a word he heard, he felt the words “Pob rhyw clyn gilia draw” (“Every foe shall flee away”), and declared that he could see the foes fleeing at the time. After a while, the Rev. J. Williams (Princes-road) proceeded to test the meeting. In response to the question as to these who wished to lead better and purer lives, all hands were held up. In response to the question as to these who wished to lead better and purer lives, all hands were held up. In response, however, to the further test of making a decision for Christ, the were some hands down, and, although there were not may un-converted present, some converts were enrolled.