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perfections, my prayer is <abbr>O</abbr>! Lord<br />
purify, and then take me<br />
to thyself in mercy.<br />
<date>1843 <abbr>Jan<sup><u>y</u></sup></abbr> 5<sup>th</sup>.</date> Had a wakeful<br />
night, endeavoured to cast my<br />
cares &amp; depression of spirits<br />
on the Lord and to crave his<br />
pardon &amp; help - but I am<br />
very weak in every respect,<br />
often do I wish to be <abbr>prepar&#39;d</abbr><br />
&amp; released, I am only in the<br />
way, a cumberer of the&nbsp;<br />
ground. <gap></gap><date>March 10<sup>th</sup>.</date><br />
got up very poorly and<br />
low, but not in despair,<br />
I <del>feeling</del> feel nature giving<br />
way, and cannot help<br />
praying, (yet hope with