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"from thee. Thy mercy, too, a comforter sends,
and mercy directeth my way, may mercy me
"ever attend. "Through years that may yet be
"to come; in every danger me befriend and peace-
"fully guide me safe home. But if I have
"felt trials, I have been comforted, yea rich
"blessings have crowned my head, and with
"them my cup does e'erflow. When I look 
"around me, how ought I to blush for allow
"ing a murmuring thought to find entrance
"in my breast. But I am a sinful worm
"O <persname>Lord</persname>, and can do nothing as I ought, 
"without thy enabling grace. Oh! my
"heavenly <persname>Father</persname>, send thy Holy Spirit
"unto me, make me more humble, let me
"have a constant feeling of thy presence, and
"let me take my seat at the foot of my <persname>Saviour's</persname>
"cross, and bear his example ever before me. 
"Perhaps this may be my last year, and if it 
"should not, still may I spend it as though
"it were. "If any man serve me, him will
my <persname>Father</persname> honour. 
I devote most heartily
"soul and body unto thee. And Oh! that
"my thoughts were more constantly fixed
"on thee. What infatuation! that the perish
"able things of this earth should so much 
employ the generality of men, whose intrest