Of Late God Has Been Pleased To

Oh That God Would Humble Me Deeply In The Dust Before Him! I Deserve Hell Every Day For Not Lovingmy Lord More, Who Has, I Trust, Loved Me And Given Himself For Me.

O My Blessed God! Let Me Climb Up Near To Him, And Love, And Long, And Plead, And Wrestle, And Strech After Him, And For Deliverence From The Body Of Sin And Death. Alas! My Soul Mourned To Think I Should Ever Lose Sight Of Its Beloved Again. O Come, Lord Jesus, Amen.

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.

We Should Always Look Upon Ourselves As God's Servants, Placed In God's World, To Do His Work; And Accordingly Labour Faithfully For Him; Not With A Design To Grow Rich And Great, But To Glorify God, And Do All The Good We Possibly Can.

Of Late God Has Been Pleased To Keep My Soul Hungry Almost Continually, So That I Have Been Filled With A Kind Of Pleasing Pain. When I Really Enjoy God, I Feel My Desires Of Him The More Insatiable And My Thirstings After Holiness More Unquenchable.