Wilson Thompson

Wilson Thompson
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Short Name: Wilson Thompson
Full Name: Thompson, Wilson, 1788-1866
Birth Year: 1788
Death Year: 1866

Elder Wilson Thompson, (1788-1866), a native of Hillsborough, Ky., is regarded as the ablest Primitive Baptist minister that ever lived in the United States. He was of an old Bap­tist family, of English, Welsh, Scotch, Irish and German descent. He had re­ligious impressions from his earliest recollections; and, during the first twelve years of his life, without any instruction from any person or book, be became a thorough graduate in Arminian, Pharisaical or natural relig­ion—"getting religion” himself by his own resolutions and exertions, idol­izing “the Sabbath,” attaining perfec­tion in the flesh, assured that he was bound for heaven, despising the peo­ple of God, as far below himself in religious knowledge and attainments; then “falling from grace,” “taking his fill of sin,” then afterwards terrified anew by natural convictions, going to work again with more zeal than ever to ingratiate himself into the favor of God, repenting and praying more, and doing more good works until he felt he was sinless and resolved he never would commit another sin. He rested in the persuasion of his own right­eousness, with which he believed God was well pleased. While in his thirtieth year he went to see Elder James Lee baptize some candidates, among others, a small slender girl, named Mary Grigg, who afterward became Elder Thompson’s wife; and, while this girl was being led into the water, suddenly all nature seemed to him to be overspread with a dark, heavy, angry, threatening gloom, and he felt like one forsaken of God and man, the most loathsome and guilty wretch that ever lived on earth, utter­ly corrupt without and within, and justly exposed to the everlasting wrath of an infinitely holy God. He left the company and the water in despair, and sought a deep ravine in the wood, expecting there to die alone. For three days and nights he continued in such gloom that he did not seem to have one hopeful thought of his salvation, and, while his heart was all the time pleading for mercy, if mercy were possible,, he did not dare to make a formal prayer, because feel­ing it impossible for a holy God to pardon such a sinner as himself. Still he would seek the woods, fall on his knees, close his eyes, and make con­fession of his sinfulness and of God’s justice in his condemnation. While thus engaged, on the fourth day, he was startled three times by the sud­den appearance of a glittering bright­ness, visible only when his eyes were closed, and each time increasing in brilliancy, so that at last in amaze­ment he sprang to his feet, opened his eyes, and saw all nature glittering with the glory of God. He was com­pletely captivated with the scene, the gloom and the burden of sin were gone; but he soon began to be trou­bled because his trouble had left him, and never once thought of this being conversion. After many seasons of re­joicings, doubts and fears, he united with the church in 1801 and was baptized by Elder Jns. Lee. When raised from the water he felt a strong desire to speak of the glorious plan of salva­tion, but remaining silent in lan­guage, he burst into tears and came out of the water weeping like a child. For many years he resisted the im­pressions to preach, feeling he would rather die than expose his ignorance in this public way. He was so troubled in mind and lost so much sleep and appetite that his parents feared he would commit suicide and had him to sleep in the room with them. One night after all had retired, and the fire had burned down. a shadowy form seemed to approach him, and say, “I know your trouble, and your great desire to know what you should do ; and I have come to tell you. Read the sixth and tenth chapters of Matthew, and to every sentence, answer, "I am the man," and you will soon come to know your duty.” This was done and said three times. He believed that the appear­ance was not literal, but a vision (Acts 2:17-18), He was soon licensed to preach. His first text, February, 1810, was John x:2, 3; and was or­dained January, 1812, by Elders Stephen Stilley and John Tanner. He was about this time led to the then Territory of Missouri where be bap­tized some four or five hundred per­sons. From Missouri he moved to Leb­anon, Ohio, and In 1834 moved to Fay­ette County, Ind., and became pastor of churches in the White Water Asso­ciation. During the year of 1843 there were two hundred and forty-seven per­sons that joined the churches of this association. While residing in Indi­ana he made extensive tours of preaching in New York, New Jersey, Delaware, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Ken­tucky, Virginia, North Carolina and Georgia; and his ministerial gifts and Christian virtues shone with starry brilliancy. Elder Thompson was the author of several books and pam­phlets, among them “Simple Truth!,” “Triumphs of Truth,” “An Address to the Baptists of the United States,” in 1850, and his “Autobiography.” He was a strong writer, able debater and powerful pulpit orator.

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Texts by Wilson Thompson (94)sort iconAsInstances
All gifts bestowed on saints belowW. Thompson (Author)2
All sects contend that they are rightW. Thompson (Author)2
As God made man both right and goodW. Thompson (Author)2
By nature born to pain and deathW. Thompson (Author)3
By reading of the scripturesW. Thompson (Author)2
Chosen of God, in Christ her head The church wasW. Thompson (Author)2
Christ is my righteousnessW. Thompson (Author)2
Come, all ye mourning souls, attend, Ye aching heartsW. Thompson (Author)2
Come all ye soldiers of our KingW. Thompson (Author)2
Come brethren and sisters, we're bound in sweetW. Thompson (Author)2
Come, saints, attend and hear me tellW. Thompson (Author)3
Come, ye soldiers of Mount ZionW. Thompson (Author)2
Creation is the work of GodW. Thompson (Author)2
Death is the stroke the Lord will sendW. Thompson (Author)2
Elected saints shall reign in blissW. Thompson (Author)2
Exalted Savior, ever blessedW. Thompson (Author)2
Faith can create no truth, we knowW. Thompson (Author)2
Faith is the Spirit's evidenceW. Thompson (Author)5
God asks no reason why he isW. Thompson (Author)2
God build his church, or houseW. Thompson (Author)2
God, our Creator and our KingW. Thompson (Author)2
God's plan for sending gospel truthW. Thompson (Author)2
Grace, O how deep, how rich, how freeW. Thompson (Author)2
Grace, 'tis a sovereign favor freeW. Thompson (Author)2
Hark, the martial trumpet's blowingW. Thompson (Author)2
Hear the royal proclamationW. Thompson (Author)2
Hosanna, Jesus reignsW. Thompson (Author)3
Hosanna to our conquering Lord, Who reignsW. Thompson (Author)2
How strange I feel by day and nightW. Thompson (Author)2
I sought the Lord to knowW. Thompson (Author)2
If on Zion's walls, King Jesus fixed your placeW. Thompson (Author)2
If tears, or faith, or prayerW. Thompson (Author)2
In a wide wilderness, Where wolves and lions prowlW. Thompson (Author)2
In God's eternal bookW. Thompson (Author)2
In houses great and largeW. Thompson (Author)2
In meek and faithful actsW. Thompson (Author)2
In this vain world I fain would seeW. Thompson (Author)2
Jesus, glorious King of ZionW. Thompson (Author)2
Jesus our elder Brother standsW. Thompson (Author)2
Justification from all sinW. Thompson (Author)2
King Jesus called his army outW. Thompson (Author)2
King Jesus reigns aboveW. Thompson (Author)2
Look down O Lord upon these mournersW. Thompson (Author)2
Lord, all my life I've lived secureW. Thompson (Author)2
Lord, thou hast many sheep to bringW. Thompson (Author)2
Man is accountable to GodW. Thompson (Author)2
My Father and my God, O teach meW. Thompson (Author)8
My hour glass will soon run outW. Thompson (Author)2
Not to control the church of GodW. Thompson (Author)8
Now from the east and west and southW. Thompson (Author)8
O, for a heart to love my GodW. Thompson (Author)2
O God, thou ever wiseW. Thompson (Author)2
O let our grateful songs recordW. Thompson (Author)2
O sanctify the Lord himselfW. Thompson (Author)2
O tell me no more Of this world's vain storeW. Thompson (Author)1
Obedient nature, at thy callW. Thompson (Author)2
Pardon, it is a charming themeW. Thompson (Author)2
Some plead exemption quite from guiltW. Thompson (Author)2
The bloom of spring, the summer's growthW. Thompson (Author)2
The bodies sacrificed were burnt without the gateW. Thompson (Author)2
The Christian feels his load of sinW. Thompson (Author)2
The church of God, is Christ the Lord, sanctifiedW. Thompson (Author)2
The church of God secure shall standW. Thompson (Author)2
The church of God, the lliving God, The stayW. Thompson (Author)2
The great Jehovah reigns aboveW. Thompson (Author)2
The heirs of God are set apartW. Thompson (Author)2
The Holy Spirit must renewW. Thompson (Author)3
The law of Moses was not givenW. Thompson (Author)2
The Lord of heaven His church adornsW. Thompson (Author)2
The righteousness of Christ my lifeW. Thompson (Author)2
The saints by faith shall liveW. Thompson (Author)2
The Savior sent the gospel forthW. Thompson (Author)3
The Sinai law a covenant standsW. Thompson (Author)2
The year of time has rolled awayW. Thompson (Author)6
Though Jews should still blasphemeW. Thompson (Author)2
Though many members small and greatW. Thompson (Author)2
Through trials sore God's children goW. Thompson (Author)2
Thy love, dear Jesus, we admireW. Thompson (Author)2
Time like a fleeting shadow fliesW. Thompson (Author)6
To glory Lord, thy church is tendingW. Thompson (Author)2
'Twas for the church, the Savior saysW. Thompson (Author)2
Upon a narrow point, 'Twixt two unbounded seasW. Thompson (Author)2
Wake up my muse, direct thine eyeW. Thompson (Author)2
We read thy sacred WordW. Thompson (Author)2
We till the earth and plow the fieldsW. Thompson (Author)2
Were it by work of righteousnessW. Thompson (Author)2
What is free agency, I askW. Thompson (Author)2
What note of praise shall best expressW. Thompson (Author)2
When Jesus to his father prayedW. Thompson (Author)2
When my Savior I first knewW. Thompson (Author)2
When to Mount Sinai's fiery topW. Thompson (Author)2
While Abraham's blood born sons believedW. Thompson (Author)2
Why should I fear thy foesW. Thompson (Author)2
Without thy Spirit, LordW. Thompson (Author)2