It Is Sweet To Be Nothing And

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.

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.

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.

It Is Impossible For Any Rational Creature To Be Happy Without Acting All For God. God Himself Could Not Make Him Happy Any Other Way... There Is Nothing In The World Worth Living For But Doing Good And Finishing God's Work, Doing The Work That Christ Did. I See Nothing Else In The World That Can Yield Any Satisfaction Besides Living To God, Pleasing Him, And Doing His Whole Will.

I Am An Old Sinner; And If God Had Designed Mercy For Me, He Would Have Called Me Home To Himself Before Now.