I Care Not Where I Go, Or

My Disorder Has Been Attended With Several Symptoms Of A Consumption; And I Have Been At Times Apprehensive That My Great Change Was At Hand: Yet Blessed Be God, I Have Never Been Affrighted; But, On The Contrary, At Times Much Delighted With A View Of Its Approach.

Oh That I May Never Loiter On My Heavenly Journey.

I Care Not Where I Go, Or How I Live, Or What I Endure So That I May Save Souls. When I Sleep I Dream Of Them; When I Awake They Are First In My Thoughts.

As To My Success Here I Cannot Say Much As Yet: The Indians Seem Generally Kind, And Well-disposed Towards Me, And Are Mostly Very Attentive To My Instructions, And Seem Willing To Be Taught Further.

Oh, How Precious Is Time! And How Guilty It Makes Me Feel When I Think I Have Trifled Away And Misimproved It, Or Neglected To Fill Up Each Part Of It With Duty To The Utmost Of My Ability And Capacity