‘Lord, what a wretched land this is
That yields us no supplies!’
or,
‘My thoughts on awful subjects roll,
Damnation and the soul;’
‘Lord, we’re a garden walled around,
Planted and made peculiar ground,’
he was alike distressed and shocked.
Once upon a time an old divine met Dr. Doddridge, of pious memory, as he was going to preach.
‘I wish for you the presence of God in the chapel,’ said the good doctor in his unctuous style.
‘My dear doctor,’ said the old divine, ‘we have always the presence of God everywhere.’
That was the feeling that came at length to Wentworth—that God is everywhere present with us as a Father and a Friend. It was that that filled his heart with joy. It was enough for him that he was there to pity and succour and bless.