I am still in the land of the dying; I shall be in the land of the living soon. (his last words)

I am not what I ought to be, I am not what I want to be, I am not what I hope to be in another world; but still I am not what I once...

Although my memory’s fading, I remember two things very clearly: I am a great sinner and Christ is a great Savior.

The midsummer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay; But when I am happy in Him December’s as pleasant as May.

If we seem to get no good by attempting to draw near to Him, we may be sure we will get none by keeping away from Him.

I endeavored to renounce society, that I might avoid temptation. But it was a poor religion; so far as it prevailed, only tended to make me gloomy, stupid, unsociable, and useless.