"Harrogate. What shall I render unto the Lord for all His mercies towards me? I am living in the enjoyment of peace of mind; desiring more of God; distrustful of myself; grieved that I love God no more, and aiming to do better. O Lord, the power impart.--We returned home greater debtors to the Lord than ever, for the mercies both of the upper and nether springs. My husband welcomed me with the class-book in his hand, which at first, I felt reluctant to take, but found a blessing in taking up the Cross.--When I retired to rest, I thought, if the Lord will condescend to give me some passage from Himself, which is not familiar to me, it will strengthen my faith. My request was granted, and the words 'As one, whom his mother comforteth,' occupied my thoughts much of the night, and were first upon my tongue in the morning. I saw my John off by train to Colchester. I feel deeply concerned for his health, and for his spiritual welfare, and for his prosperity in the work in which he is engaged: but if a mother may be heard for her child, (and I believe it,) my poor petitions shall be continually urged at the throne of grace, that he may be all God requires.--A week of toil is past. My husband is under medical advice. I am tried with my servant; my words and actions are misconstrued, but I have been aiming to speak and act as in the sight of God, however imperfectly.--Alone. In two hours the year closes,--a year of unnumbered mercies." Backward I turn, and view the stream Of mercy rolling rich and free; Here, flashing with a silver gleam; There, tinged with hues of mystery. Through health and sickness, hope and fear; In griefs imagined, never known, Its current flowed, my heart to cheer; And light upon my pathway shone, But ah! what poor returns are mine! How weak my faith! my love, how cold! Yet will I praise Thee, 'I am Thine,' Thy faithful promise still I hold: Distrusting self, I come to Thee, My vileness in Thy wounds to hide; When foes assail, to Thee I flee, And in Thy changeless love confide. Then speed, ye fleeting years, your flight; I will not mourn the period gone; But hasten to my home in light: Eventful, rapid years, roll on! "Eleven o'clock. I desire most unreservedly to surrender myself to the Lord; to be wholly His. Amen."