My Soul Often Mourned Of More Time

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.

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

In The Morning Was Again Distressed As Soon As I Waked, Hearing Much Talk About The World And The Things Of It. I Perceived The Men Were In Some Measure Afraid Of Me; And I Discoursed Something About Sanctifying The Sabbath, If Possible To Solemnize Their Minds: But When They Were At A Little Distance, They Again Talked Freely About Secular Affairs. Oh, I Thought What A Hell It Would Be, To Live With Such Men To Eternity!

We Are A Long Time In Learning That All Our Strength And Salvation Is In God.

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.