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Rev David Bradbury Morrill

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Rev David Bradbury Morrill

Birth
Bath, Steuben County, New York, USA
Death
10 Feb 1868 (aged 43)
Ladonia, Fannin County, Texas, USA
Burial
Ladonia, Fannin County, Texas, USA Add to Map
Plot
Lot 269 P, Section 3
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Worked for W.J. Winnie as a Stage Driver (Galveston-Velasco) 1848

Licensed to Preach in by the First Baptist Church of Galveston- July 1848.

The second Minister to enter Baylor University 1848 - 1851.

Ordained at Independence Baptist Church December 14, 1851

Associate Editor for the "Texas Baptist and Herald
- 1868

TEXAS BAPTIST, January 24, 1861, p. 1, c. 7
Tyler, Jan. 21, 1861.

Bro. Editors: I have just removed my family to Tyler, the field of my future labors. . . . But little religious interest is manifested in this section of the country at present. The great national storm, which threatens the destruction of every Southern interest, seems to urn every thought, feeling and inquiry in the direction of Southern rights and protection. . . . I greatly fear that our
brethren are not sufficiently watchful of their spiritual interests in this time of peculiar trial. . . .
D. B. Morrill.

THE LAST WRITING OF REV. D.B. MORRILL

Ladonia, Fannin Co., TX
February 6, 1968

"Today I am sick and there have been but a few days in several months past that my increasing body infirmities have not plead for rest and refreshment. But the evident shortness of my time, the quiescent and compromising spirit of many of the 'witnesses of Jesus', and the vigerous onset of the foe, - many in number, but one in ultimate design, and one in fatal tendancy of their world-wide heresies, - forbid my loitering. "The deadly wound of the beast is healed", by his transfer of his strongholds to America. The world is once more, "wounding after the beast;" kings and potentates, men of the world and all protestant sects, whose martyred sires battled nobly against the encroachments of the "man of sin,' are upholding the black banner, and directing unconscious thousands in the course of that apocalyptic woman who made herself 'drunk with the blood of saints'

"The truth and the whole world must be told. The faithful must put on the gospel armor and be rallied to the high place of the field.'

But oh, what can I do? What are intellectual attainments? What are the princples of sound logic? What are matured arguments when the unequal conflict with 'spiritual wickedness in high places?' Oh, author of truth, thou knowest how much I desire thy presence in every work. I desire nothing so much as to be made 'strong in the grace that is Jesus Christ'. May thy servant ever remember that "the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong.' Give me light, and a clear understanding of thy word. May I never forget that the chief end of all my labors is to win souls to Christ. May I never be tempted by flattery and the hope of gain, on the one hand, to supress any part of thy truth, nor to faulter in any duty, in view of poverty, shame or suffering. Oh, give me faith to tread the roughest path, and to walk boldly on amid the darkest gloom. May I never seek the favor of men at the sacrifice of truth. nor ever cast one shade of reproach upon one that loves our Lord Jesus Christ."

SOURCE: Flowers from the Fruits of Wilderness, Page 224 and 225
Worked for W.J. Winnie as a Stage Driver (Galveston-Velasco) 1848

Licensed to Preach in by the First Baptist Church of Galveston- July 1848.

The second Minister to enter Baylor University 1848 - 1851.

Ordained at Independence Baptist Church December 14, 1851

Associate Editor for the "Texas Baptist and Herald
- 1868

TEXAS BAPTIST, January 24, 1861, p. 1, c. 7
Tyler, Jan. 21, 1861.

Bro. Editors: I have just removed my family to Tyler, the field of my future labors. . . . But little religious interest is manifested in this section of the country at present. The great national storm, which threatens the destruction of every Southern interest, seems to urn every thought, feeling and inquiry in the direction of Southern rights and protection. . . . I greatly fear that our
brethren are not sufficiently watchful of their spiritual interests in this time of peculiar trial. . . .
D. B. Morrill.

THE LAST WRITING OF REV. D.B. MORRILL

Ladonia, Fannin Co., TX
February 6, 1968

"Today I am sick and there have been but a few days in several months past that my increasing body infirmities have not plead for rest and refreshment. But the evident shortness of my time, the quiescent and compromising spirit of many of the 'witnesses of Jesus', and the vigerous onset of the foe, - many in number, but one in ultimate design, and one in fatal tendancy of their world-wide heresies, - forbid my loitering. "The deadly wound of the beast is healed", by his transfer of his strongholds to America. The world is once more, "wounding after the beast;" kings and potentates, men of the world and all protestant sects, whose martyred sires battled nobly against the encroachments of the "man of sin,' are upholding the black banner, and directing unconscious thousands in the course of that apocalyptic woman who made herself 'drunk with the blood of saints'

"The truth and the whole world must be told. The faithful must put on the gospel armor and be rallied to the high place of the field.'

But oh, what can I do? What are intellectual attainments? What are the princples of sound logic? What are matured arguments when the unequal conflict with 'spiritual wickedness in high places?' Oh, author of truth, thou knowest how much I desire thy presence in every work. I desire nothing so much as to be made 'strong in the grace that is Jesus Christ'. May thy servant ever remember that "the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong.' Give me light, and a clear understanding of thy word. May I never forget that the chief end of all my labors is to win souls to Christ. May I never be tempted by flattery and the hope of gain, on the one hand, to supress any part of thy truth, nor to faulter in any duty, in view of poverty, shame or suffering. Oh, give me faith to tread the roughest path, and to walk boldly on amid the darkest gloom. May I never seek the favor of men at the sacrifice of truth. nor ever cast one shade of reproach upon one that loves our Lord Jesus Christ."

SOURCE: Flowers from the Fruits of Wilderness, Page 224 and 225


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