I Fear God Never Showed Mercy To

I Longed That Those Who, I Have Reason To Think, Owe Me Ill Will, Might Be Eternally Happy. It Seemed Refreshing To Think Of Meeting Them In Heaven, How Much Soever They Had Injured Me On Earth: Had No Disposition To Insist Upon Any Confession From Them, In Order To Reconciliation, And The Exercise Of Love And Kindness To Them. Oh! It Is An Emblem Of Heaven Itself, To Love All The World With A Love Of Kindness, Forgiveness, And Benevolence.

First, Resolve Upon, And Daily Endeavour To Practise, A Life Of Seriousness And Strict Sobriety.

I Have Received My All From God. Oh, That I Could Return My All To God.

My Desires Seem Especially To Be After Weanedness From The World, Perfect Deadness To It, And That I May Be Crucified To All Its Allurements. My Soul Desires To Feel Itself More Of A Pilgrim And A Stranger Here Below, That Nothing May Divert Me From Pressing Through The Lonely Desert, Till I Arrive At My Father's House.

Toward Night, I Felt My Soul Rejoice, That God Is Unchangeable Happy And Glorious And That He Will Be Glorified, Whatever Becomes Of His Creatures.