Go On, Then, And Let Your Intent

I Cannot But Be Grieved To Go From My Native Land, And Especially From That Part Of It For Whom And With Whom I Desired Only To Live; Yet The Dreadful Apprehensions I Have Of What Is Coming Upon This Land May Help To Make Me Submissive To This Providence, Though More Bitter.

But Seek Till Ye Find, And, Whatever Ye Find For The Present, Let Your Last Act Be To Lay And Leave Yourselves On The Righteousness Of His Son, Expecting Life Through His Name, According To The Promise Of The Father.

This Is The Most Joyful Day That Ever I Saw In My Pilgrimage On Earth.

And For Yourself, Whatever There Has Been Either Of Sin Or Duty, Remember The One And Forget The Other, And Betake Yourself Wholly To The Mercy Of God And The Merit Of Christ.

But Go On, Valiant Champion; You Die Not As A Fool, Though The Apostate, Unfaithful, And Lukewarm Ministers And Professors Of This Generation Think And Say So.