I Have A Secret Thought

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.

Ardent Love Or Desire Introduced, As Passionately Longing To Please And Glorify The Divine Being, To Be In Every Respect Conformed To Him, And In That Way To Enjoy Him.

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

I Bless God For This Retirement: I Never Was More Thankful For Any Thing Than I Have Been Of Late For The Necessity I Am Under Of Self-denial In Many Respects.

Further, Take Heed That You Faithfully Perform The Business You Have To Do In The World, From A Regard To The Commands Of God; And Not From An Ambitious Desire Of Being Esteemed Better Than Others.