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It Is Impossible For Any Rational Creature To Be Happy Without Acting All For God. God Himself Could Not Make Him Happy Any Other Way... There Is Nothing In The World Worth Living For But Doing Good And Finishing God's Work, Doing The Work That Christ Did. I See Nothing Else In The World That Can Yield Any Satisfaction Besides Living To God, Pleasing Him, And Doing His Whole Will.

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.

I Care Not Where I Go, Or How I Live, Or What I Endure So That I May Save Souls. When I Sleep I Dream Of Them; When I Awake They Are First In My Thoughts.

No Amount Of Scholastic Attainment, Of Able And Profound Exposition Of Brilliant And Stirring Eloquence Can Atone For The Absence Of A Deep Impassioned Sympathetic Love For Human Souls.

It Is Remarkable That God Began This Work Among The Indians At A Time When I Had The Least Hope, And To My Apprehension The Least Rational Prospect Of Success.