And Now, This Is The

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.

I Wish There Were More True Conversion, And Then There Would Not Be So Much Backsliding, And, For Fear Of Suffering, Living At Ease, When There Are So Few To Contend For Christ And His Cause.

Farewell All Relations And Friends In Christ; Farewell Acquaintances And All Earthly Enjoyments; Farewell Reading And Preaching, Praying And Believing, Wanderings, Reproaches, And Sufferings.

And Now, This Is The Sweetest And Most Glorious Day That Ever My Eyes Did See.

I Wish Your Increase In Holiness, Number, Love, Religion, And Righteousness; And Wait You, And Cease To Contend With These Men That Are Gone From Us, For There Is Nothing That Shall Convince Them But Judgment.