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THE GREAT REVIVAL IN WALES S. B. Shaw |
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14. Report Of Special Correspondent in "Belfast Witness." | |
Reliable information from experienced Christian business men, well known in the metropolis, shows that the influence of the Welsh revival has been by no means overstated. Evidently the principality is stirred from end to end. Specially notable, perhaps, is the work at Barry, where the revival has so far been carried on almost exclusively in connection with the Welsh churches, but its effect has been far-reaching. There is not a place of worship in the town — church and non-conformist alike — where the influence of the movement has not been felt. Special services have been held daily at different chapels at Barry, Barry Dock, and Cadoxton during the past week, and morning, noon, and night the congregations have been very large. At the morning and afternoon meetings every day may be seen scores of instances of men who come home from work in the morning, attend the services during the day, and return to work again at night after but little rest. There has also been a considerable falling off in the attendance at the Technical School on the part of the young people, many of the boys and girls preferring to be present and take part in the revival services. Already there have been over 300 public testimonies of conversion, and each gathering adds to this number. People walking up and down the streets resort almost unconsciously to hymn-singing. Men and women who have lived openly lives of sin and indifference have come to the meetings — some, perhaps, from motives of curiosity, others to scoff and jeer — but have remained to pray, and, bathed in tears of sorrow and repentance, they have publicly declared their intention to forsake sin. Last Sabbath, Gipsy Smith joined hands with Mr. Evan Roberts, at Mardy. Both spoke in the afternoon with pathos and power; yet the characteristic of the day was the perfect freedom of the meetings, the ‘harmony in confusion’. Mr. Roberts said: Don’t talk about denominations these days (bringing down his hand on the pulpit stand). Away with all that. Give us Christ; that is what we want, and there were responsive Amens from all parts of the chapel. Prayer followed prayer, the subdued character of the meeting being exceedingly impressive. While a young supplicant was praying for the descent of the Spirit, and earnestly appealing for his friends to seek Christ, a lady evangelist sang in an undertone, I Need Thee Every Hour. A young lady’s prayers for her brother who was in darkness elicited a chorus of Amens. Then a young man under the gallery, in evident distress, prayed, Oh, God, I think you will forgive my sins. Oh, God, give me help to realise. Oh, God, give me faith I have not been in the right spirit, and am weak. He then broke down, and the missioners hurried to him and prayed, while the congregation broke forth into Diollch Iddo. Another young man prayed in somewhat similar terms. The last words of my father were — and his choking voice failed, and his sobs were drowned by the rending of a stirring hymn. The doors of the public-houses are closed today, said one worshiper in prayer; close them next week also. The evening meeting was no less remarkable. Madame Kate Morgan-Llewelyn and Gipsy Smith took a prominent part, and Mr. Roberts was several times too overcome to take part. One young fellow among other petitions, offered one for the local cycling club. Hymns and prayers followed, Including what has now become a general favourite, Tell Mother I’ll Be There, and this led Gipsy Smith to speak of his travelling to South Wales to see the lane in which his gipsy mother died in a gipsy tent. We had no Bible then, he remarked. But she found Him! he added with a tone of triumph. Mr. Roberts then essayed to speak. I thought, he remarked, and his voice was almost choked with sobs, when Gipsy Smith was talking about his mother having died in a tent — I thought of my Saviour, who had no place whereon to lay His head, and — He could proceed no further, and, overcome by emotion, he sobbed aloud. So affecting was the scene that the congregation was profoundly moved. [These remaining chapters are availible on the CD-ROM which can be purchased shortly] 16. A Quickening Among All Classes.
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