In the midst of all outward afflictions I pray that I may know Christ, and the power of his resurrection within my soul.

If I were always thus, my summer would last all the year, my will would then be sweetly lost in God's will, and I should feel a resignation to every dispensation of his providence and his grace, saying, 'Good is the will of the Lord: infinite wisdom cannot err.' Then would patience have its perfect work.
"But, alas! sin and unbelief often, too often, interrupt these frames, and lay me low before God in tears of sorrow.

I often think what a happiness it would be, if his love were so fixed in my heart, that I might willingly obey Him with alacrity and delight, and gradually mortify the power of self-will, passion, and pride.

This can only arise from a good hope, through grace, that we are washed in that precious blood which cleanses us from every sinful stain, and makes us new creatures in Christ.

O that we may be the happy witnesses of the saving power and virtue of that healing stream which flows from the fountain of everlasting love! "Sir, my faith is often exceedingly weak.