The Works of the Reverend George Whitefield, M.A...: Containing All His Sermons and Tracts which Have Been Already Published: with a Select Collection of Letters... Also, Some Other Pieces on Important Subjects, Never Before Printed; Prepared by Himself for the Press; to which is Prefixed, an Account of His Life, Compiled from His Original Papers and Letters

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35 ÆäÀÌÁö - Refrain from these men, and let them alone: for if this counsel or this work be of men, it will come to nought: But if it be of God, ye cannot overthrow it; lest haply ye be found even to fight against God.
326 ÆäÀÌÁö - God must have wrought it, and that he will not suffer you to be tempted above what you are able to bear; but will, with the temptation, make a way to escape.
342 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though it is true that they are brought in a wrong way from their own country, and it is a trade not to be approved of, yet as it will be carried on whether we will or not, I should think myself highly favored if I could purchase a good number of them in order to make their lives comfortable, and lay a foundation for breeding up their posterity in the nurture and admonition •of the Lord. I had no hand in bringing them into Georgia, though my judgment was for it...
295 ÆäÀÌÁö - we are immortal till our work is done. Christ's labourers must live by miracle ; if not, I must not live at all, for God only knows what I daily endure. My continual vomitings almost kill me, and yet the pulpit is my cure ; so that my friends begin to pity me less, and to leave off that ungrateful caution,
116 ÆäÀÌÁö - God, who filled me with so much of his holy fire, and carried me, a poor weak youth, through such a torrent both of popularity and contempt, and set so many seals to my unworthy ministrations. I bless him for ripening my judgment a little more, for giving me to see and confess, and I hope in some degree to correct and amend, some of my mistakes.
112 ÆäÀÌÁö - O that I had wings like a dove ! For then would I fly away, and be at rest.
116 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have often used a style too apostolical, and at the same time I have been too bitter in my zeal. Wildfire has been mixed with it, and I find that I frequently wrote and spoke in my own spirit, when I thought I was writing and speaking by the assistance of the Spirit of God.
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - All seemed to be melted, and were drowned in tears. The cry after me when I left the pulpit was like the cry of sincere mourners when attending the funeral of a dear departed friend. Upon my coming home, I was laid on a bed upon the ground near the fire, and I heard them say,
370 ÆäÀÌÁö - I RECKON that the fufferings of this prefent time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that fhall be revealed in us.
199 ÆäÀÌÁö - will not suffer us to be tempted above what we are able to bear...

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