But he did have some struggles of his own, and they were resolved in a comforting, pleasing way.
He wrote these lines in 1739.
Long my imprisoned sprit lay,
fast bound in sin and nature's night;
thine eye diffused a quickening ray;
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
my chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
