Saw So Much Of The Wickedness Of

Give Yourself To Prayer, To Reading And Meditation On Divine Truths: Strive To Penetrate To The Bottom Of Them And Never Be Content With A Superficial Knowledge.

Oh, That I Could Spend Every Moment Of My Life To God's Glory!

Oh! It Is Sweet To Be Thus Weaned From Friends, And From Myself, And Dead To The Present World, That So I May Live Wholly To And Upon The Blessed God!

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!

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