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March 5th 1792
August 19th, 1793.
Faith! is the Substance of things hoped
for, the evidence of things not seen
Bright day, as I arose I stopt to look right at jesus
whose sweet and rosy voice dropt above woods
I cling about his lilly neck
And from his smiling Glory Caut
the living flame
Which kindling glow filled every room
And in the Consecrated hour
I learnt his name
Was love twas love , twas Love indeed my spirit (?) and Learned my Soul to fly far from this world of Noise and Care (?). I meant tp dash with angels there. This to day from ten o'clock my habitation was silent heaven. 6 hours undisturbed repose gathering sweet from Sharons New heights New depths of Consolations [?] Eternal [?]
Upon my soul joy break heaven shines I triumph as I meet the grave (true taste of life) Eternity's my prize
oh what [?] seize my agitated breast at beginning this new book indeed it is striking oh how my heart flutters. Who can tell me what shall be the Subject thus what joy or woe will [?] the pages