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When I look within myself, and see not a place worthy to cherish
gratitude to God for his great mercy and grace, which he hath
wrought for us, sinful and unworthy, I liken myself to the slothful
servant, who did not the will of his Lord. Yet, O, my sisters,
though I have not done the will of my Saviour, I have hope in him
that I shall do it, and serve him henceforth so long as I am in this
world--fleeting as a dream in the night.
Though our country has been, in time past, greatly afflicted by the
Koords, yet God has spared many of us, who had sinned and trodden
under our feet the blood of his holy Son. But do not marvel that we
have sorrow from the scourge God brought upon us for our sins. No.
Still every day we provoke our Maker more and more. Then ought we
not to mourn over this people, lost and fallen under the yoke of
Satan? For should you go through all Tiary, you would not find one
soul that fears the Lord, but all bound in fetters not to be loosed.
If God do not loose them, quickly will they perish; and not this
country only, but many others, sit under the shadow of death and
walk in darkness, going to destruction.
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