Oh That I May Never Loiter On

Saw So Much Of The Wickedness Of My Heart That I Longed To Get Away From Myself...i Felt Almost Pressed To Death With My Own Vileness. Oh What A Body Of Death Is There In Me...oh The Closest Walk With God Is The Sweetest Heaven That Can Be Enjoyed On Earth!

I Have A Secret Thought From Some Things I Have Observed, That God May Perhaps Design You For Some Singular Service In The World.

My Soul Often Mourned Of More Time And Opportunity To Be Alone With God

As To My Success Here I Cannot Say Much As Yet: The Indians Seem Generally Kind, And Well-disposed Towards Me, And Are Mostly Very Attentive To My Instructions, And Seem Willing To Be Taught Further.

Oh, How Precious Is Time, And How It Pains Me To See It Slide Away, While I Do So Little To Any Good Purpose.