Oh That I May Never Loiter On

Toward Night, I Felt My Soul Rejoice, That God Is Unchangeable Happy And Glorious And That He Will Be Glorified, Whatever Becomes Of His Creatures.

Oh That God Would Humble Me Deeply In The Dust Before Him! I Deserve Hell Every Day For Not Lovingmy Lord More, Who Has, I Trust, Loved Me And Given Himself For Me.

It Is Remarkable That God Began This Work Among The Indians At A Time When I Had The Least Hope, And To My Apprehension The Least Rational Prospect Of Success.

Oh, How Precious Is Time, And How It Pains Me To See It Slide Away, While I Do So Little To Any Good Purpose.

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.