I fear God never showed mercy to one so vile as I.

Lord, let me make a difference for you that is utterly disproportionate to who I am.

Let me forget the world and be swallowed up in the desire to glorify God.

When you cease from labour, fill up your time in reading, meditation, and prayer: and while your hands are labouring, let your heart be employed, as much as possible, in divine thoughts.

The Lord help me to press after God forever

Here am I, send me; send me to the ends of the earth; send me to the rough, the savage lost of the wilderness; send me from all that is called comfort on earth; send me even to death itself, if it be but in your service, and to promote your kingdom

I have a secret thought from some things I have observed, that God may perhaps design you for some singular service in the world.