I Am More Weary Of Life, I

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.

In The Silences I Make In The Midst Of The Turmoil Of Life I Have Appointments With God. From These Silences I Come Forth With Spirit Refreshed, And With A Renewed Sense Of Power. I Hear A Voice In The Silences, And Become Increasingly Aware That It Is The Voice Of God.

All My Desire Was The Conversion Of The Heathen... I Declare, Now I Am Dying, I Would Not Have Spent My Life Otherwise For The Whole World.

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.

Oh! One Hour With God Infinitely Exceeds All The Pleasures And Delights Of This Lower World.