Oh! It Is Sweet To Be Thus

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.

I Longed To Be A Flame Of Fire Continually Glowing In The Divine Service And Building Up Of Christ's Kingdom To My Last And Dying Breath.

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.

A Few Of The Sublimest Geniuses Of Rome And Athens Had Some Faint Discoveries Of The Spiritual Nature Of The Human Soul, And Formed Some Probable Conjectures, That Man Was Designed For A Future State Of Existence.

It Is Remarkable That God Began This Work Among The Indians At A Time When I Had The Least Hope, And To My Apprehension The Least Rational Prospect Of Success.