Oh! It Is Sweet To

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.

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.

My Soul Often Mourned Of More Time And Opportunity To Be Alone With God

Saw So Much Of The Wickedness Of My Heart That I Longed To Get Away From Myself...i Felt Almost Pressed To Death With My Own Vileness. Oh What A Body Of Death Is There In Me...oh The Closest Walk With God Is The Sweetest Heaven That Can Be Enjoyed On Earth!

Once More, Never Think That You Can Live To God By Your Own Power Or Strength; But Always Look To And Rely On Him For Assistance, Yea, For All Strength And Grace.