I went once on a Sunday to church, more to see and be seen than to pray or hear the word of God.

I thought I was quite good enough to be saved, and disliked, and often laughed at, religious people.

I was in great darkness; I knew nothing of the way of salvation.

I never prayed, nor was sensible of the awful danger of a prayerless state.

I wished to maintain the character of a good servant, and was much lifted up whenever I met with applause.