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God Enabled Me To So Agonize In Prayer That I Was Quite Wet With Perspiration, Though In The Shade And The Cool Wind. My Soul Was Drawn Out Very Much From The World, For Multitudes Of Souls.

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

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 Am An Old Sinner; And If God Had Designed Mercy For Me, He Would Have Called Me Home To Himself Before Now.

I Longed To Be A Flame Of Fire Continually Glowing In The Divine Service And Building Up Of Christ's Kingdom To My Last And Dying Breath.