In The Silences I Make In The

O How Much Mercy Have I Received The Year Past! How Often Has God Caused His Goodness To Pass Before Me! And How Poorly Have I Answered The Vows I Made This Time Twelve-month, To Be Wholly The Lord's, To Be Forever Devoted To His Service! The Lord Help Me To Live More To His Glory For The Time To Come. This Has Been A Sweet, A Happy Day To Me; Blessed Be God... I Hardly Ever So Longed To Live To God And To Be Altogether Devoted To Him. I Wanted To Wear Out My Life In His Service, And For His Glory.

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.

No Amount Of Scholastic Attainment, Of Able And Profound Exposition Of Brilliant And Stirring Eloquence Can Atone For The Absence Of A Deep Impassioned Sympathetic Love For Human Souls.

In Prayer I Was Exceedingly Enlarged, And My Soul Was As Much Drawn Out As I Ever Remember It To Have Been In My Life. I Was In Such Anguish, And Pleaded With So Much Earnestness And Importunity, That When I Rose From My Knees I Felt Extremely Weak And Overcome; I Could Scarce Walk Straight; My Joints Were Loosed; The Sweat Ran Down My Face And Body; And Nature Seemed As If It Would Dissolve.

I Have Ever Found It, When I Have Thought The Battle Was Over And The Conquest Gained, And So Let Down My Watch, The Enemy Has Risen Up And Done Me The Greatest Injury.