Moravian Lives

40.
anguish of my spirit. O most merciful
God and Savior, if thou canst, and wilt help
me, why may I call upon thee now, and
cast my self as a vile and perishing sinner,
at thy through pierced feet. O that I could
like Magdalene wash them with contrite 
tears, and like her, be assured that my many
sins were forgiven. Mine exceed hers, by
far, because of ungratitude for so many mer=
=cies already received. While I thus called
upon the Lord, in the day of trouble, He hast=
=ened to deliver me. He did not upbraid me
with the obstinate self will I had so long che=
=rished. - Ah no! He spoke peace to my soul,
which had so long been a stranger to peace.
My trembling heart melted like wax before 
the fire, and a flood of tears gushed from my
eyes. It was an hour of grace never to be
forgotten, the transition from darkness to light,
and from, "the power of Satan, unto God!" A mer=
=ciful, and sin forgiving God. "Return, unto
thy rest, O my soul, for the Lord hath dealt 
"bountifully with thee!"
The following Ten years of my life were mark=
=ed with a sameness, which leaves but little
subject for recital: I remained in the same 
situation in the girls room, and might say
much as regarding my own imperfections