*Saturday, September 19. While I attempted to walk a little, my thoughts turned thus; “How infinitely sweet it is, to love God, and be all for him!” Upon which it was suggested to me, “You are not an angel, lively and active.” To which my soul immediately replied, I as sincerely desire to love and glorify God, as any angel in heaven.” Upon which it was suggested again, “But you are filthy, and not fit for heaven.” Hereupon instantly appeared the blessed robes of Christ’s _righteousness_, which I could not but exult and triumph in; and I viewed the infinite excellency of God, and my soul even broke out with longings, that God should be _glorified_. I thought of dignity in heaven: but instantly the thought returned, “I do not go to heaven to get honour, but to give all ♦possible glory and praise.” Oh, how I longed that God should be glorified on _earth_ also! _Bodily pains_ I cared not for: though I was then in extremity, I never felt easier; I felt willing to _glorify God_ in that state, as long as he pleased. The _grave_ appeared really sweet, and I longed to lodge my weary bones in it: but Oh, that God might be _glorified_! this was the burden of all my cry. Oh, I knew, I should be _active_ as an angel, in heaven; and that I should be stripped of my _filthy garments_!――――But Oh, to _love_ and _praise_ God more, to _please_ him for ever! this my soul panted after, and even now pants for while I write. Oh that _God_ might be _glorified_ in the whole earth! “Lord, let thy kingdom come.” I longed for a spirit of _preaching_ to descend and rest on _ministers_, that they might address the consciences of men with closeness and power. I saw God, had the residue of the spirit; and my soul longed it should be “poured from on high.” I could not but plead with God for my dear congregation, that he would preserve it, and not suffer _his great name_ to lose its glory in that work; my soul still longing, that God might be _glorified_. ♦ “possibly” replaced with “possible” per Errata