Having formerly felt my insufficiency, I have sought help at the
throne of grace, and entreated the Lord, as the committee have thought
proper to send me a book, that He would give me a word in season, and
His blessing with my efforts.--The souls committed to me have been
laid very near my heart. Conscious of my own weakness, I asked the
Lord to put His word into my mouth, and bring it to my remembrance;
and to His honour I here record it, that I have never experienced
greater liberty.--In the prayer-meeting I was silent, and felt
condemned in consequence; and on Saturday night the conviction of duty
was still deeper, but still resisted, How much I need forgiveness! As
the result, barrenness came over my soul, which continued part of the
next day. The recollection of having petitioned God to take my soul
and body's powers, and then to refuse to employ my tongue in His
service, although He had promised to put words into my mouth, fills
me with shame and humiliation.--For some days I have been hanging on
Christ by naked faith, without much sensible comfort; yet have felt
as fully resolved to live to the glory of God as when bathing in the
beams of His love. To-night the sacred fire burns brightly 'on the
mean altar of my heart.'--I have many mercies to be thankful for,
though not recounted here. A moderate share of health is not the
least; my class increases, my family is well; I am surrounded with
friends; and above all, I enjoy peace of mind. 'What shall I render to
the Lord for all His benefits?'"
The rapid moments fleet away;
And on their tireless wings,
Death rides, majestic in his sway,
Subjecting Popes and Kings.
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