1817 A revival was reported.
Revival reached the Calvinistic Methodists of Capel Curig in the spring of 1818. Not many were gathered to hear John Peters preach at Dolybryn-coch, but one eyewitness of the occasion reported: ‘I never felt, and never saw as powerful an outpouring of the Spirit in my life in a congregation so small; the church members had the first-fruit of this visitation.’[1]A number were added to the church at about this time, and the visitation is said to have continued for between four and five years.[2]
[1]John Griffith, Capel Curig, ‘Ychydig o Hanes Dechreuad a Chynnydd y Trefnyddion Calfinaidd yn Capel Curig, Swydd Gaernarfon’, Drys., xi (1841), p. 300.
[2]Ibid.; also HMA, v, 199-200.
1834 Betws y Coed, Caernarfonshire. ‘This is the account of John Jones Bryn goleu: “In the year 1834, a revival broke out in the house Nant bwlch yr heiyrn, and various were added to the churches of Trefriw, Capel Curig and Betws. The superintendent in the Sunday school was Richard Jones Bwlchgwynt, father of the Rev. E. Ffoulkes Jones. I remember my father, my father-in-law and myself being invited by him to a prayer meeting. It fell to me to read and give out a verse to sing, and there was impressive singing there too. I understood as I read the chapter that something great was about to happen, and that evening the dawn of the revival broke. There was in Ty’n llwyn a believing man and woman. The Sabbath prayer meeting was moved there in order to hold a seiat afterwards, and receive the new disciples. Though there was no elder called by men, there was one called by God. In the meantime Hugh Jones, my brother-in-law, had been much cast down in his mind. My father asked me and Joseph Owen if we would do our best to get Ty’n llwyn that Sunday night, and those of Rhiwddolion went to the meeting. The house was remarkably full. Joseph Owen started, and there was old Hugh Jones starting to rub his hands. And my brother said to me,—’Well then, old Huwcyn and started to come to himself, he’s started grinding shot.’ And the old muscles started playing, and John Owen had a pat to the nape of his neck so that the fire was whizzing from his eyes. Through him the house boiled with praise, and that was a never to be forgotten evening for us all.’ (HMA v. 221)
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