Lydia_Gay_Diary

17 o that I might feel Sensible of thy merses for the Night and for the light of this morning and that my health is so good I adore thee, O infant jesus, naked, weeping, and lying in the manger, they childhood and poverty are become my delight, oh that I could be thus poor: thus a child like thee: O eternal Wisdom, reduced to the condition of a little babe, take from me my vain and presumption our wisdom, make me humble like a little child of god, because except we cannot enter the kingdom of heaven at Mrs Bird Tuesday afternoon zephaniah the 3 chap and the 17 verse the lord thy god in the midst of thee is nightly: he will Save, he will rejoin his [?] Thee with joy: he will [?] in his love. he will joy over thee with Singing,

july 18 a pleast moning I walk out and found the air pure, O may [?] prize the Scripture as my companions consult it my familiar friend and pray over it as my constant guide to this End they are give of god: then this received by us we shall also be edified, and walk in the fear of the lord, and in the comfort of the holy Ghost, I went to walk to converse with my dear children, how can I look upon that tomb were all my hope lie buried, but I Expect Soon to be gathered with them never to be seperated were all tears will be wiped a way my heart is broken to think that I never done my duty to my children, O that I had [?] more for there Souls, and plead to god for them, I never can for give my Self, I often neglected them and did not do as I wish i had, been more faithful

19 have mercy upon me, O lord for I am in troble mine eye is consumed with greaf, yea, my Soul and my heart, for my life is spent with greaf, and my years, With sighing: my strenght failith, because of my iniquity, my bones are consumed, I wept and lay O my Son Daniel my Son my Son Daniel, would god I had died for the O Daniel, my Son, my Son. these are the words of David, and the words of my heart this morning I have been very feeble, but I am rather better, prais the lord for all is loving kinkness to me, we have thunder and lightning and heavy Show this afternoon god thundereth marvellously with his voice: great things doeth he, which we cannot comprehend In the Eving a Dear Young Preast call to See his name Me, Daniel Ingall Robinson He is a Methodis preache and remarkable [?] [?] [?] pray with [?]

july 20 rose this morning and went to bed for chapel and the Rev Mrs Stone read the Scriptuer and the Litany I think i never enjoy a meeting So well it melted my heart and maid me weep, and I hope that I shall be more decided then Ever the minster [?] us that we never Served god as we ought nor done anny thing thing riaght, to cold and Luke warm but now is the time to call upon god when the judgment are abroad and the cloud hang over us, Spare us, good lord, we beseech the to hear us good lord a meeting in my chamber this morning a very Solemn Season I think that christens are wake and begine to call upon there god, clouds and darkness are a round a bought us but let us just our Selves in the hands of god, he knows what is best for us, our health and lives he will [?]

21 a delightful raine this morning and I am better in my health and had good Sleep, prais the lord fo all his goodness to me the greatest Sinner have pity upon us miserable Sinners, who now are visited with great Sickness and mortality in our Land, that like as thou didst command the destroying angel to cease from [?]: So it may now please thee to withdraw from us this Seorge and grievous Sickness through jesus christ our lord, Dear Frances return home 22 Lord day morning, now we bid this Sabbath welcome, hosanna to the Son of David, blessed is he that cometh in the Name of the lord, hosanna in the highest, Every Sabbath brings fresh to my mind what my Dead Son said to me, I never Shall for give my Self in not Stay at home, but I did not know that he was anny more [?], I have wept day and night, and my [?] bleed a fresh, the wound inflicted has been deep, I felt