ventured myself, sensible of my own unfitness, and earnestly begging
God to speak by me. One person went out, but whatever was the cause,
thank God, I felt that my work was with the Lord.--Went to see poor
old Sarah; found her confined to her bed but happy in the Lord: nature
was fast sinking. I wished her to have a nurse, but she thought she
could do alone, as she had a candle, and the Lord was with her: left
her, but found means to procure a nurse for the night.--A few days ago
I was awoke with the words, 'What shall I do for thee?' My answer was,
'Lord, that I may live more fully to Thee, and for Thee.' Unutterable
sweetness filled my soul, and now, while I write, I feel it still.
Glory be to God, His love is ever new. To walk with Him, transcends
all earthly enjoyment.--During the last week I have learned my own
weakness. Unaided by divine grace, I have no power to check trifling
conversation among professors; especially such as are older than
myself. Teach me how to act, when to speak, and when to be silent.
To-day felt it my duty to visit a neighbour, and met with a more
favourable reception than I expected. He has long been ill, and is now
in trouble. I told him that I had come to bring him good news,
that 'Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners;' and while
conversing with him on the necessity of an interest in the Redeemer's
blood, in order to forgiveness, he seemed to listen with attention.
May the Lord make him a witness of the saving power of the Gospel,
Some little matters, which require a patient and forgiving spirit,
have occurred to fill up my character as a Christian. Lord, help
me and give me that spirit which in Thy sight is of great
price.--Thirty-eight years old! How short the time appears! yet how
varied the scenes through which I have passed! and how different the
views I have had. Praise the Lord. With respect to the soul, I have
clearer views than ever. My feet are upon the rock. When I look over
my life, how blotted it appears! am lost in astonishment, that God,
who made all things, and upholds all things by the word of his power,
should stoop to such a wretch as I. O the depth of the riches of His
mercy to me!--I have received a letter from Cousin Ann, in which she
boldly confesses the cleansing blood. Hope it will prove a lasting
blessing to me; feel ashamed that I have not more openly acknowledged
what the Lord has done for my soul. By this omission, have clipped the
wings of my fai