The Journals & Notebook of
 Nathan Bangs 1805-1806, 1817

 

Contents    Introduction    Maps    Images    Chronology    Bibliography    Archival Resources

Abel Stevens and Nathan Bangs on the third day of the camp-meeting
Stevens Life and Times of Nathan Bangs 153-154

"On Sabbath morning, as the natural sun arose in splendor, darting its rays through the forest, we presented ourselves before its Maker, and poured out our songs of thanksgiving to the Lord of the universe. We felt that our early sacrifice was accepted, for the 'Sun of righteousness' shone upon our souls and made all within us rejoice. We could sing with faith:

"'None is like Jeshurun's God,
  So great, so strong, so high!
Lo! he spreads his wings abroad,
  He rides upon the sky!
Israel is his first-born son:
  God, the Almighty God, is thine:
See him to they help come down,
  The excellence divine.' [*]

"After breakfast, a host being now on the ground, we held a love-feast. The interest and excitement were so great and the crowed so large that while some assembled around the stand, a preacher mounted a wagon as a distance and addressed a separate congregation. The impression of the Word was universal, the power of the Spirit was manifest throughout the whole encampment, and almost every tent was a scene of prayer. At noon the Lord's supper was administered to multitudes, while other multitudes looked on with astonishment and tears. After the sacrament, a young woman, of fashionable and high position in society, was smitten down, and with sobs entreated the prayers of the people. Her sister forced her away; a preacher went forth without the camp and led them both back, followed by quite a procession of their friends; a circle gathered about them and sang and prayed. The unawakened sister was soon upon her knees praying in agony, and was first converted; the other quickly after received the peace of God, and wept and rejoiced together. A backslider, who had become a maniac, and was in despair, was brought to the camp. His symptoms were like those of the New Testament demoniacs. It required the strength of several men to hold him, especially while prayer was offered for him. We first besought God for Christ's sake to restore his faculties, which was done. He then earnestly prayed for himself, and before the meeting closed, he was not only delivered from despair, but filled with joy and peace in believing.

"The time was at hand at last for the conclusion of the meeting. The last night was the most awfully impressive and yet delightful scene my eyes ever beheld. There was not a cloud on the sky. The stars studded the firmament, and the glory of God filled the camp. All the neighboring forest seemed vocal with the echoes of hymns. Turn our attention whichever way we could, we heard the voice of prayer or praise. As it was the last night, every moment seemed precious; parents were praying for their children or children for their parents, brothers and sisters for one another, neighbors for neighbors, all anxious that before they left the consecrated ground they should be 'sealed' as the 'heirs of salvation.' I will not attempt to describe the parting scene, for it was indescribable. The preachers, about to disperse to their distant and hard fields of labor, hung upon each other's necks weeping and yet rejoicing. Christians from remote settlements, who had here formed holy friendships which they expected would survive in heaven, parted probably to meet no more on earth, but sang, shouted aloud, and had at last to break away from one another as by force. As the hosts marched off in different directions the songs of victory rolled along the highways. Great was the good that followed. A general revival of religion spread around the circuits, especially that of the Bay of Quinte, on which this meeting was held. I returned to Augusta [then the Osewgatchie] circuit and renewed my labors, somewhat worn, but full of faith and the Holy Ghost."

* John Wesley, A Collection of Hymns for the Use of the People Called Methodists (1830), #407

[Close this window]

Edited by Scott McLaren
Book History Practicum
University of Toronto