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 our God. Bless the rising generation with his outpouring from corner to corner. I invite you to hearken to the calls that often presses into your minds, and put it not away for another day. I give you a weak advice, I am almost brought to the ground with fore accidents and greatly advanced in years. I always lived in fin, an enemy to God till in my seventy sixth year — then I began to hearken to these calls — made alive through the blessedness of Christ — reconciled to God. Oh! my friends, what views I had — the love I had to God and my fellow mortals, I cannot express.

The remainder of my days I mean to spend in my father's service chough a poor cripple, cannot get on or off my horse without help — I have a love to all rich and poor, kings and nobles, black and white cone all to Jesus my friends, come to Jesus and he will in no wife call you off; oh! come come, how sweet is the love to Jesus — how- beautiful is the love of God. This invitation is from my heart to hear, of your repenting and turning to my God. Take no pattern from me for I would not harken till I arrived to advanced age — swared from time to time; now I have a love for your souls; now listen to me, though like a child, but shun that path that I used to walk in — this is the prayer of.