Let Me Forget The World And Be

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

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.

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!

Lord, Let Me Make A Difference For You That Is Utterly Disproportionate To Who I Am.

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!