Oh! It Is Sweet To Be Thus

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

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.

O My Blessed God! Let Me Climb Up Near To Him, And Love, And Long, And Plead, And Wrestle, And Strech After Him, And For Deliverence From The Body Of Sin And Death. Alas! My Soul Mourned To Think I Should Ever Lose Sight Of Its Beloved Again. O Come, Lord Jesus, Amen.

First, Resolve Upon, And Daily Endeavour To Practise, A Life Of Seriousness And Strict Sobriety.

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