Tuesday 17. What a solemn morning was this! Dear Mr. _W._ preached his farewel sermon. May the Lord graft it on my heart, and brighten my evidence more and more. I have had reasonings to-day, whether the work was done: but glory be to God, I cannot doubt of it. I cannot doubt, but he has cast out sin. May he keep it out for ever! *Wednesday 18. I am afraid, lest I should think something of myself. O may the Lord keep the foot of pride from me! It is of his free mercy that I am out of hell, and that I am preserved to this hour. And I must still perish, if he were extreme to mark my misdoings, and if he did not wash my most holy things in his blood. Thursday 19. Blessed be God, I have been stayed upon him this day, and desiring to be filled with all his fulness. O for this spirit of prayer at all times, and in all places, to _set the Lord always before me_! Saturday 21. My whole desire, is to have every thought, word and work, brought into the obedience of Christ, and to have my soul always ascending to God, wherever I am, and whatever I am about. This evening he was pleased to brighten my evidence. May he wash and keep me clean every moment! Wednesday 25. This has been a day of temptation and trial on every side; but glory be to God, I could rejoice in the midst of it. May the Lord always give me to see the difference between sin and temptation! Thursday 26. I often feel a soreness of heart, as sore as if it had been cutting. May the Lord give me to know, whether it is from him, or from any thing I have done amiss! If it is, may he bring it to my mind, that I may bring it to him and have it done away! Sunday 29. I have found this a solemn day to my soul: especially at church in the morning, at the noon preaching, and in the afternoon, while three of us were conversing together on spiritual things. O may we meet, where we shall cast our crowns before the Lamb, and praise him to all eternity! Monday 30. I know what the soreness of heart means. Truly _I am sick of love. Come into thy garden, my love, my dove, thou chiefest of ten thousand!_ O what amazing love, that thou and thy Father should condescend to dwell with dust and ashes! Thou God of love, make me truly thankful for all thy benefits! Thursday, October 3. This morning the body craved rest; but I forced myself to rise. Indeed, my _delight is in the law of the_ Lord, _and in his law do I exercise myself day and night_. It was an happy day. But toward evening I was not so lively. My body sunk under me. And the enemy of souls is ready at every turn. But, blessed be God, I was more than conqueror. Friday 4. I was greatly blessed with the love of God. O how happy is it, to love him _with all our heart_? Yet in the afternoon, thro’ hurry of business, I was much tempted to peevishness. But glory be to God, he saved me from it. Let me die rather than offend him!