Oh! One Hour With God

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

I Think My Soul Never Was In Such An Agony Before. I Felt No Restraint, For The Treasures Of Divine Grace Were Opened To Me. I Wrestled For Absent Friends, For The Ingathering Of Souls, For Multitudes Of Poor Souls, And For Many That I Thought Were The Children Of God, In Many Distant Places. I Was In Such An Agony, For Half An Hour Before Sunset, Till Near Dark, That I Was All Over Wet With Sweat: But Yet Is Seemed To Me That I Had Wasted Away The Day, And Had Done Nothing. Oh!, My Dear Savior Did Sweat Blood For Poor Souls!

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

We Should Always Look Upon Ourselves As God's Servants, Placed In God's World, To Do His Work; And Accordingly Labour Faithfully For Him; Not With A Design To Grow Rich And Great, But To Glorify God, And Do All The Good We Possibly Can.

Of Late God Has Been Pleased To Keep My Soul Hungry Almost Continually, So That I Have Been Filled With A Kind Of Pleasing Pain. When I Really Enjoy God, I Feel My Desires Of Him The More Insatiable And My Thirstings After Holiness More Unquenchable.