|Birth: ||May 31, 1813|
|Death: ||Jan. 7, 1891|
S/O John Emory & Temperance Knight Lee
H/O Delilah T Bartels
Don Clark - LaFayette, Alabama
The Gospel Messenger, Vol. 13, No. 4 - April 1891:
H. C. Lee Experience and Death.
I was born in Jasper County, Ga., May 31, 1813. My parents moved from Jasper to Walton County, Ga., remained two years, thence to Fayette, and finally settled in Coweta County, Ga., in 1825. The county being very sparsely settled, there were no schools or churches near us.
Thus in my twelfth year, I began to be seriously concerned about myself. I really did not know what was the matter with me, although my troubles were great; so much so I almost despaired of life. I tried every means that my youthful mind could suggest for relief, but all to no purpose. Father owned a very religious Negro woman whom I loved to hear pray and sing. One day we were placed in different portions of the plantation to work. My whole soul was bound in sorrow, and as a last resort I went to talk with the old Negro woman for I could not work but all that she could say availed nothing. It seemed the last stick was removed and I lost forever. On my way back I knelt by a small oak to try to implore the mercies of God one more time. While thus engaged, there appeared to my astonished vision the most lovely sight I ever beheld; my burden was gone; I could but shout forth the praises of God. Although over three score years have come and gone since that eventful moment, yet it is as bright in my mind today as then. I then felt drawn to the people of God in love, and greatly desired to be baptized and live with them, although in the meantime doubts and fears often disturbed my mind. I had never heard an experience related, or seen any person baptized, and I was fearful that I was deceived, and did not wish to deceive others, whom I looked upon as the people of God. I never had the pleasure of attending meeting often, as there was no church near us. One church was organized by this time (1827); it was a great distance from us in Coweta County, Ga.
Thus years came and went, and I began to seriously doubt the reality of my hope in Christ. I wanted to hear someone talk of their hope, and I went to see a Methodist preacher, but no relief could I get from him. I was taken sick in 1837, and in the fourth week of my illness I was given up to die by everyone that saw me; I felt sure my time had not come. About this time the power of speech left me, and it seemed that I was brought to the gates of the New Jerusalem, and then I beheld another glorious sight; so much so that tongue or pen would fail to portray it. I laid my hand on the gate of the Temple, and the keeper informed me that my time was not yet, and hence could not enter. I soon recovered, and my great desire was to be baptized. I attended preaching as often as I could, and I could feast on the doctrine, but just as soon as conference convened, and the door of the church was opened, I was as a wounded deer fleeing from its pursuers.
The division among the Baptists came up, and some went one way and some another, which greatly distressed my youthful mind. I did not know which was right, but I believed the Primitives adhered more closely to the Scriptures, and upon investigation I became thoroughly convinced of the soundness of their doctrine and practice, and have held to that faith ever since. White Oak Grove Church went with the missionaries, which was the only church near us. While I had a strong inclination to join the church, I had no desire to go with White Oak Grove. After coming to Alabama, I would often go to hear old Elder J. M. Duke and others preach, and oh! How I delighted in the doctrine they advocated. The Mission party would heap bitter epithets upon old Elder Duke, accusing him of Antinomianism, etc. I would often accompany him to his appointments when they were held in my section; and I still having a strong desire to unite with the church. My unworthiness, and such other excuses as Satan would suggest, kept me from doing what I felt to be my duty. I am now seventy-seven years old, and feel sure that my days on earth are few, and will perhaps never hear another gospel sermon, or have another opportunity of discharging my duty. I have lived a long life in disobedience, yet my little hope is a "Bethel spot" to me. If I am saved it will be a poor sinner saved by grace. I fully realize the sufficiency of God's sustaining grace now while my life is ebbing away. I would not exchange the hope I have of a blessed immortality beyond this vale of sin and sorrow for a thousand fleeting worlds like this.
Now, Mr. Mitchell, I have tried to have written some of my trials in life. While I have never been identified with you in a church capacity here, I hope we will meet in heaven, where our trials and sufferings will be over forever.
I am, as ever, your true friend. H. C. Lee
Dear Brother Mitchell, I was called to see Mr. Lee while he lay very low. He desired to send you his experience. I wrote the above as he dictated. Mr. Lee passed away after being confined to his bed a long time. I was called to preach his funeral Friday, January 9, 1891, but failed to attend, on account of inclement weather. He had no fears of death. His little hope, as he expressed it, seemed sufficient in his last days.
Your brother, W. R. Avery, Stroud, Ala., Jan. 20, 1891.
John Emory Lee (1784 - 1864)
Temperance Knight Lee (1784 - 1874)
Delilah T Bartels Lee (1826 - 1908)*
Elizabeth A Lee Mayfield (1846 - 1930)*
Nancy C Lee Godwin (1852 - 1924)*
Mary C Lee (1858 - 1879)*
Hiram Cephus Lee (1813 - 1891)
Elizabeth Lee Pike (1822 - 1908)*
Lee Family Cemetery
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