My Desire Is To Make What Haste

My Prayer Is That God Give Me No Longer Life Than I Shall Be Glad To Use Mine Office In Edification, And Not In Destruction.

Weeds And Nettles, Briars And Thorns, Have Thriven Under Your Shadow, Dissettlement And Division, Discontentment And Dissatisfaction, Together With Real Dangers To The Whole.

My Desire Is To Make What Haste I Can To Be Gone.

Sir, What Can Be Said Of These Things? Is It The Arm Of The Flesh That Hath Done These Things? Is It The Wisdom And Counsel, Or Strength Of Man? It Is The Lord Only. God Will Curse That Man And His House That Dares To Think Otherwise. Sir, You See The Work Is Done By A Divine Leading. God Gets Into The Hearts Of Men, And Persuades Them To Come Under You.

I Had Rather Have A Plain, Russet-coated Captain, That Knows What He Fights For, And Loves What He Knows, Than That Which You Call A Gentle-man And Is Nothing Else.