Tuesday May 27, 1760, I was affected in conversing with a friend about the distresses with which our church is at present oppressed. The love of many waxeth cold and some have said they will come no more amongst us. Deliver me, O Lord, from such a spirit. May I dwell in thy house to the end of my days. And may it be my constant aim by every means in my power to restore and confirm my lukewarm brethren and while I look upon these things as chastisements for sin, may I endeavour for myself to set about a reformation.
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