“Lord, I’m a stranger here alone; “Earth no true comforts can afford; “Yet, absent from my dearest one, “My soul delights to cry ‘My Lord!’ “JESUS, my Lord, my only love, “Possess my soul, nor thence depart: “Grant me kind visits, heavenly Dove; “My God shall then have all my heart.” _April 27._ “I arose and retired early for secret devotions; and in prayer, God was pleased to pour such ineffable comforts into my soul, that I could do nothing for some time but say over and over, “O my sweet Savior! whom have I in Heaven but thee? and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee.” If I had a thousand lives, my soul would gladly have laid them all down at once, to have been with CHRIST. My soul never enjoyed so much of heaven before; it was the most refined and most spiritual season of communion with God I ever yet felt. _April 28._—“I withdrew to my usual place of retirement, in great peace and tranquility, spent about two hours in secret duties, and felt much as I did yesterday morning, only weaker, and more overcome. I seemed to depend wholly on my dear Lord; weaned from all other dependencies. I knew not what to say to my God, but only _lean on his bosom_, as it were, and breathe out my desires after a perfect conformity to him in all things. Thirsting desires after _perfect holiness_, and insatiable longings possessed my soul. God was so precious to me that the world, with all its enjoyments, was infinitely vile. I had no more value for the favor of men, than for pebbles. The LORD was my ALL, and that he over-ruled all, greatly delighted me. I think that my faith and dependence on God scarce ever rose so high. I saw him such a fountain of goodness that it seemed impossible I should distrust him again, or be any way anxious about any thing that should happen to me. I now had great satisfaction in praying for absent friends, and for the enlargement of Christ’s kingdom in the world. Much of the power of these divine enjoyments remained with me through the day. In the evening my heart seemed to melt, and I trust was really humbled for indwelling corruption, and I “mourned like a dove.” I felt that all my unhappiness arose from my being a _sinner_. With resignation, I could bid welcome to all _other_ trials; but sin hung heavy upon me; for God discovered to me the corruption of my heart. I went to bed with a heavy heart, _because I was a sinner_; though I did not in the least doubt of God’s love. O that God would “purge away my dross, and take away my tin,” and make me ten times refined!