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july 1 Sabbath morning
another month, for which I must give an account, has
gone into eternity. it will appear, on the great day
Wo is me for I am undone, because I am a man of
unclean lips I will weep in Secrt over my Deplorable
Slate, the Sabbath opened the fountain of my Grief afresh
Lydia was taken Sick on this day, and my Dear
Son in the Eving he was very feebl, but I never thought
him in daingres, by the effects of wounds and affliction
I have drained the cup of Sorrow to the dregs
My heavenly father knows only what is before me, in
to his hands I commit my Self for time and Eterinity
Safely guide my wandering feet,
Travelling in this vale of tears;
Dearest Saviour to thy Seat
Lead and dissipate my fears,