God Plans All Perfect Combinations.

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.

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.

I Have A Secret Thought From Some Things I Have Observed, That God May Perhaps Design You For Some Singular Service In The World.

I Longed That Those Who, I Have Reason To Think, Owe Me Ill Will, Might Be Eternally Happy. It Seemed Refreshing To Think Of Meeting Them In Heaven, How Much Soever They Had Injured Me On Earth: Had No Disposition To Insist Upon Any Confession From Them, In Order To Reconciliation, And The Exercise Of Love And Kindness To Them. Oh! It Is An Emblem Of Heaven Itself, To Love All The World With A Love Of Kindness, Forgiveness, And Benevolence.

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!