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Let me no longer from his commandments stray
The pleurisy is now prevalent amongst us, it seems
to be confined especially to the Negroes. Lord
sanctify every affliction to the good of the souls
Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord
my soul to keep If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
January 17th 2 oclock at night
Another day has passed and gone the
evening shades appear Oh! may we all
remember well the hour of death is now.
Lord impress it up upon our thoughtless worldly
minds the improving on precious time
Let us hasten our steps and whatever our hands
findeth to do Grant we may do with all our
might. I am [assured?] I do not take note
of time not even from its loss. I know
I have never spent one day in strict service
to my Creator. I have been idle, [disregardful?]
of the many calls of mercy to return. I have
been wicked in every respect. undutiful
to my maker callow and indifferent to
improve the privileges which his mercy