When You Cease From Labour, Fill Up

The Whole World Appears To Me Like A Huge Vacuum, A Vast Empty Space, Whence Nothing Desirable, Or At Least Satisfactory, Can Possibly Be Derived; And I Long Daily To Die More And More To It; Even Though I Obtain Not That Comfort From Spiritual Things Which I Earnestly Desire.

I Hoped That My Weary Pilgrimage In The World Would Be Short; And That It Would Not Be Long Before I Should Be Brought To My Heavenly Home And Father's House.

I Love To Live On The Brink Of Eternity.

I Have Ever Found It, When I Have Thought The Battle Was Over And The Conquest Gained, And So Let Down My Watch, The Enemy Has Risen Up And Done Me The Greatest Injury.

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.