Once More, Never Think That You Can

A Few Of The Sublimest Geniuses Of Rome And Athens Had Some Faint Discoveries Of The Spiritual Nature Of The Human Soul, And Formed Some Probable Conjectures, That Man Was Designed For A Future State Of Existence.

God Enabled Me To So Agonize In Prayer That I Was Quite Wet With Perspiration, Though In The Shade And The Cool Wind. My Soul Was Drawn Out Very Much From The World, For Multitudes Of Souls.

No Amount Of Scholastic Attainment, Of Able And Profound Exposition Of Brilliant And Stirring Eloquence Can Atone For The Absence Of A Deep Impassioned Sympathetic Love For Human Souls.

Once More, Never Think That You Can Live To God By Your Own Power Or Strength; But Always Look To And Rely On Him For Assistance, Yea, For All Strength And Grace.

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.