My soul, alas, needs these uneasinesses in outward things, to be driven to take refuge in God.

My soul, alas, needs these uneasinesses in outward things, to be driven to take refuge in God.

I am born for God only. Christ is nearer to me than father, or mother, or sister - a near relation, a more affectionate Friend; and I rejoice to follow Him, and to love Him. Blessed Jesus! Thou art all I want - a forerunner to me in all I ever shall go through as a Christian, a minister, or a missionary.

Now let me burn out for God.

The spirit of Christ is the spirit of missions. The nearer we get to Him, the more intensely missionary we become.

God and eternal things are my only pleasure.

How or by what magic is it, that we convey our thoughts to one another with such case and accuracy?