I Hardly Ever So Longed To Live

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 Morning Was Again Distressed As Soon As I Waked, Hearing Much Talk About The World And The Things Of It. I Perceived The Men Were In Some Measure Afraid Of Me; And I Discoursed Something About Sanctifying The Sabbath, If Possible To Solemnize Their Minds: But When They Were At A Little Distance, They Again Talked Freely About Secular Affairs. Oh, I Thought What A Hell It Would Be, To Live With Such Men To Eternity!

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

Let Me Forget The World And Be Swallowed Up In The Desire To Glorify 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.