February 6, 2017 // Story



The Language of Mr. Payson is the language of my heart: “Were I to adopt the figurative

language of Bunyan, I might date this letter from the land of Beulah, of which I have been, since
eight o’ clock, A. M., yesterday, ‘a happy inhabitant.’ The celestial city is full in my view: its
glories beam upon me, its breezes fan me, its odors are wafted to me, its sounds strike upon my
ears, and its spirit is breathed into my heart. The Son of Righteousness has been gradually drawing
nearer and nearer, appearing larger and brighter as He approached; and now He fills the whole
hemisphere of my soul. A single heart and a single tongue seems altogether inadequate to my
wants. I want a whole heart for every separate emotion, and a whole tongue to express that

I now know and feel the blood applied that purifies my heart. Just at the close of family

prayer, the stream of salvation began to pour into my soul, filling me to the brim. I went to church
under the influence of this mighty baptism, and preached. A young married lady was saved during
the service, met in class and joined the church. I gave my testimony for God in the class-meeting,
and returned home. Soon after two, P. M., while reclining on the sofa, the flood-gates were again
let loose upon me; and for the most of the time, till five, P. M., it seemed that my soul would burst.
I never before felt the force of that Scripture, “Pressed down, shaken together, and running over.”
Such filling and enlargement, enlargement and filling, I never realized previous to this. I thought of
the time when Fletcher was so filled that he said, “Lord, stay Thy hand.” I think this is the anointing
that will abide. My brethren in the ministry must not delay getting this baptism.

I cannot find words to express what God has done and is doing for me. I feel very little like

shouting: the current is too broad and deep for that. Oh! this sinking into God’s will, this pressure
of grace, is beyond everything I had hoped for. It seems that God is crowding salvation into my
soul, and by this process expanding it. I feel something of that “awe that dare not move, and all the
silent heaven of love.” I cannot doubt longer. “The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth me from all
sin.” I must tell what God has done for me. “Out of the fullness of the heart the mouth speaketh;”
and the pen writes, and I will make no apology for the strain in which I have written.


Source: “Pioneer Experiences” by Phoebe Palmer

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(A Collection of Holiness Experience Accounts)
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