By as much as you love me, I entreat you not to sadden my life or break my heart by ever deserting these walls, or letting the fire of devotion burn down on these sacred altars.
The hands of the clock warn me to close.

This is one of the most trying hours of my whole life.

It is an hour when tears are only endurable by being rainbowed with the memory of tender mercies and holy joys.

When my feet descend those steps to-day, this will no longer be my pulpit.

I surrender it back before God into your hands.