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March 14 the wether windy and bosterou a great change from yesterday to day
And now, lord what wait I for any hope is in thee, What a blessing is inward composure of mind. how delightful an exercise is waiting upon the lord, what is profitable privilge is prayer: how happy the soul whose hope is in God,
[Indent into center of page] My fainting flesh had dy’d with grief,
had not my soul believed,
to see thy grace provide relief,
Nor was any hope deceived.
Wait on the lord, ye trembling Saints,
And keep your courage up:
he’ll raise your spirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope. [End of indent]