Bardsley's Account of the death of William Kesteven (written from the Macclesfield circuit). [Bardsley was stationed in Macclesfield in 1773.]
It has pleased God to remove into eternity, his dear brother William Kesteven. 'He seemed in earnest prayer for some time, often repeating with great earnestness these words, "Lord Jesus receive my spirit. Now Lord Jesus, receive my longing, departing spirit. Come Lord Jesus and take me to thy blessed self. Now Lord this is thy time, Oh!, take me, take me to thy blessed self. To thy heavenly kingdom. Lord am not I thine. Hast thou not purchased me with thy precious blood.my trust in in thee, my relyance is upon thee, hast thou promised not to forsake me. Come quickly Lord Jesus, come quickly. As the hart panteth for the water brooks so panteth my soul after thee. Oh! my God, thou hast promised to have mercy and not sacrifice. Thou art good unto all and thy tender mercies are over all thy works. Now Lord Jesus receive my waiting, longing spirit." He said to those that stood around him, "Sing praises, sing praises. I would fain sing, but I cannot. Farewell, farewell, all my dear friends.I long to be gone. The Lord gave and the Lord taketh away.I long to depart and be with Christ which is far better.'
Kesteven continued in the above, until his soul was carried away.