I Am An Old Sinner; And If

I Longed To Be A Flame Of Fire Continually Glowing In The Divine Service And Building Up Of Christ's Kingdom To My Last And Dying Breath.

The All-seeing Eye Of God Beheld Our Deplorable State; Infinite Pity Touched The Heart Of The Father Of Mercies; And Infinite Wisdom Laid The Plan Of Our Recovery.

There Is A God In Heaven Who Overrules All Things For The Best; And This Is The Comfort Of My Soul.

Of Late God Has Been Pleased To Keep My Soul Hungry Almost Continually, So That I Have Been Filled With A Kind Of Pleasing Pain. When I Really Enjoy God, I Feel My Desires Of Him The More Insatiable And My Thirstings After Holiness More Unquenchable.

Oh, How Precious Is Time, And How It Pains Me To See It Slide Away, While I Do So Little To Any Good Purpose.