Oh, how precious is time, and how it pains me to see it slide away, while I do so little to any good purpose.
Be careful to make a good improvement of precious time.
I care not where I go, or how I live, or what I endure so that I may save souls. When I sleep I dream of them; when I awake they are first in my thoughts.
All my desire was the conversion of the heathen… I declare, now I am dying, I would not have spent my life otherwise for the whole world.
Here am I, send me; send me to the ends of the earth; send me to the rough, the savage pagans of the wilderness; send me from all that is called comfort on earth; send me even to death itself, if it be but in Thy service, and to promote Thy kingdom.
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