We Are A Long Time In Learning

In Prayer I Was Exceedingly Enlarged, And My Soul Was As Much Drawn Out As I Ever Remember It To Have Been In My Life. I Was In Such Anguish, And Pleaded With So Much Earnestness And Importunity, That When I Rose From My Knees I Felt Extremely Weak And Overcome; I Could Scarce Walk Straight; My Joints Were Loosed; The Sweat Ran Down My Face And Body; And Nature Seemed As If It Would Dissolve.

I Cared Not Where Or How I Lived, Or What Hardships I Went Through, So I Could But Gain Souls To Christ

If You Hope For Happiness In The World, Hope For It From God, And Not From The World.

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.

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