If You Hope For Happiness

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

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.

O My Blessed God! Let Me Climb Up Near To Him, And Love, And Long, And Plead, And Wrestle, And Strech After Him, And For Deliverence From The Body Of Sin And Death. Alas! My Soul Mourned To Think I Should Ever Lose Sight Of Its Beloved Again. O Come, Lord Jesus, Amen.

I Cared Not Where Or How I Lived, Or What Hardships I Went Through, So I Could But Gain Souls To Christ

I Think My Soul Never Was In Such An Agony Before. I Felt No Restraint, For The Treasures Of Divine Grace Were Opened To Me. I Wrestled For Absent Friends, For The Ingathering Of Souls, For Multitudes Of Poor Souls, And For Many That I Thought Were The Children Of God, In Many Distant Places. I Was In Such An Agony, For Half An Hour Before Sunset, Till Near Dark, That I Was All Over Wet With Sweat: But Yet Is Seemed To Me That I Had Wasted Away The Day, And Had Done Nothing. Oh!, My Dear Savior Did Sweat Blood For Poor Souls!