I Board With A Poor Scotchman: His

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, That I Could Spend Every Moment Of My Life To God's Glory!

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.

God Enabled Me To So Agonize In Prayer That I Was Quite Wet With Perspiration, Though In The Shade And The Cool Wind. My Soul Was Drawn Out Very Much From The World, For Multitudes Of Souls.

As Long As I See Anything To Be Done For God, Life Is Worth Having; But O How Vain And Unworthy It Is To Live For Any Lower End!