Oh, How Precious Is Time! And How

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.

Once More, Never Think That You Can Live To God By Your Own Power Or Strength; But Always Look To And Rely On Him For Assistance, Yea, For All Strength And Grace.

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 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.

I Am More Weary Of Life, I Think, Than Ever I Was.