I walk out a little on these fine days, but seem to myself to walk very near on the borders of eternity.

Glory be to God, it is a very pleasing prospect before me.

Though I feel the workings of sin, and am abased, yet Jesus shows his mercy to be mine, and I trust that I am his.

At such times "My soul would leave this heavy clay At his transporting word, Run up with joy the shining way To meet and prove the Lord.
"Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through every foe; The wings of love and arms of faith Would bear me conqueror through." My desire is to live every moment to God, that I may through his grace be kept in that heavenly, happy frame of mind that I shall wish for at the hour of death.

We cannot live nor die happy without this, and to keep it we must be continually watching and praying: for we have many enemies to disturb our peace.