Farewell, Dearest Friend, Never To

This Is The Most Joyful Day That Ever I Saw In My Pilgrimage On Earth.

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.

Fear Not; And The God Of Mercies Grant A Full Gale And A Fair Entry Into His Kingdom, Which May Carry Sweetly And Swiftly Over The Bar, That You Find Not The Rub Of Death.

But Seek Till Ye Find, And, Whatever Ye Find For The Present, Let Your Last Act Be To Lay And Leave Yourselves On The Righteousness Of His Son, Expecting Life Through His Name, According To The Promise Of The Father.

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.