1782. March 29.--(Being Good Friday.) I came to Macclesfield just time enough to assist
Mr. Simpson in the laborious service of the day. I preached for him morning and afternoon;
and we administered the sacrament to about thirteen hundred persons. While we were administering, I heard a low, soft, solemn sound, just like that of an AEolian harp. It continued
five or six minutes and so affected many that they could not refrain from tears. It then
gradually died away. Strange that no other organist (that I know) should think of this. In
the evening I preached at our room. Here was that harmony which art cannot imitate.
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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