The Lord Help Me To Press After

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.

The Lord Help Me To Press After God Forever

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.

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.

I Fear God Never Showed Mercy To One So Vile As I.