Go On, Then, And Let Your Intent

It Is Long Since I Could Have Adventured On Eternity, Through God's Mercy And Christ's Merits; But Death Remained Somewhat Terrible, And That Now Is Taken Away; And Now Death Is No More To Me, But To Cast Myself Into My Husband's Arms, And To Lie Down With Him.

Farewell All Relations And Friends In Christ; Farewell Acquaintances And All Earthly Enjoyments; Farewell Reading And Preaching, Praying And Believing, Wanderings, Reproaches, And Sufferings.

Fear Not; And The God Of Mercies Grant A Full Gale And A Fair Entry Into His Kingdom, Which May Carry Sweetly And Swiftly Over The Bar, That You Find Not The Rub Of Death.

And Now, This Is The Sweetest And Most Glorious Day That Ever My Eyes Did See.

I Wish There Were More True Conversion, And Then There Would Not Be So Much Backsliding, And, For Fear Of Suffering, Living At Ease, When There Are So Few To Contend For Christ And His Cause.