I Fear God Never Showed Mercy To

I Board With A Poor Scotchman: His Wife Can Talk Scarce Any English.

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 That I May Never Loiter On My Heavenly Journey.

Here Am I, Send Me; Send Me To The Ends Of The Earth; Send Me To The Rough, The Savage Lost Of The Wilderness; Send Me From All That Is Called Comfort On Earth; Send Me Even To Death Itself, If It Be But In Your Service, And To Promote Your Kingdom

Be Careful To Make A Good Improvement Of Precious Time.