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As I am not a member of any community, no society can answer for my irregular conduct; neither do I wish to apologize to the world for my procedure; as I believe the Lord is my Shepherd, and Bishop of my soul.
Duty to my Maker, excites me to faithfulness, knowing that life is the time to work for God; that I may be counted worthy to reign with the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, in " the city of the Living God, the Heavenly Jerusalem."
Many saints of God have gone home to Glory, in my day; and I am sure to follow them, continuing “Steadfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord;" for Paul saith, “Forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.”
I have been also enabled to pay my own expenses many times, at Inns, by printing, where a door of entrance is not found among the various professing Christians of this day; because evil reports are believed of me sooner than good, owing to the declension that I see among all denominations : for it appears that vital piety is very low, from the spirit of the world which captivates so many professors.
It is almost eighteen years since I became a citizen of the world ; travelling up and down, here and there, for the benefit of my fellow creatures, whom I feel allied unto by the sacred ties of God, and our Lord Jesus Christ, whom I believe is able to save all who will come to Him, and trust in His Redeeming Love and Mercy,
Forty years have rolled into eternity, since I bore the name of Christian, or in other words, witnessed the remission of sin, through the Name of Jesus : for He hath proved a Sovereign Balm for every wound; a cordial for my fears.
Were it possible to settle now, I feel a disposition to indulge my friends, and also free myself from fatigue, and a complicated scene of distress, which I experience in crossing the seas, and going from nation to nation, and cities, towns, and villages around; but my Master Jesus leadeth me forth by the depth of His knowledge, to gather souls for his Kingdom ; and who dare to say to Him, What dost Thou? or, Whither goest 'Thou ?
Into His Hands I commit this work, as well as unto the press; praying that His blessing may crown the same, and send it to the heart of every reader, clothed with divine power.
I have already witnessed the liberality of many persons, who have a name among various sects; but, many of those are gone from works to rewards; therefore my gratitude to them is useless in one sense; yet I would not forget their kind treatment, sympathy, love, and mercy, when they found me in a strange land, and imparted to me from the Lord's bounty to them.
In crossing the Atlantic seven times, God has been my Supporter, Preserver, and Deliverer, therefore I desire all to follow on to believe in Him, that they may experience
His boundless Love also, and know He is their Father by the Spirit of adoption.
As many have lent me their helping hand, in the time of extremity, so many have tried to degrade me by propagating falsehoods to my disadvantage: but, I have looked upon them as being duped by satan, and could say with my Master Jesus, “Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do!"
I sum up the whole by saying, should this be the means of assisting any one to serve the Lord better, give Him the thanks : for He is the guide of my life ; and bath directed my pen to speak forth His praise, to honour Him in my day and generation, which is almost past away: for I have dwelt in this state of mutability fifty-two years; and am waiting for my change to come. It is good for me to be here : "For me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.”
Mew York, 18th of 7th Month, 1919..
BANK OF FAITH
A HYMN FROM MY NATIVITY,
BEFORE I was born, my father was priest,
The Fountain is
and for me,
My father gave me to his Gracious God,
At two, three years old, I then learnt to say,
Five years rolled o’er, but still I did
Eight years pass'd away, no better was I ;
Who told me He came, my soul for to buy,
But satan had fire, and darkness behind,
Ten years rolled round, and pass'd swift away;
At twelve full years old, I bowed down my head,
The spirit was fled, to Calvary's cross,