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Southall, Eliza

"A Brief Memoir with Portions of the Diary, Letters, and Other Remains, of Eliza Southall, Late of Birmingham, England"

Then only can we welcome any thing, however
trying, which we can believe comes from His hand, or
may tend to make us any nearer the pattern we strive
for, or any more likely to fulfil rightly the serious part
we have to take in life.
_7th Mo. 16th_. I hope I do sincerely desire to seek
for strength to cast my many burdens on Him who
careth for me; and, oh, if I did but live in the spirit,
and walk in the spirit, more faithfully, surely I should
know more of what it is to "be careful for nothing,"
but in every thing to make known my requests unto
God. Quiet is most congenial. Oh that the few
weeks remaining to me here, may all be given to Him
who alone can bless! But this desperate heart--might
it not well be despaired of? I trust I have
got to this point, "God be merciful to me a sinner."
"Let me fall now into the hands of the Lord, for
His mercies are great," and not into-human hands,
nay, _not my own_. I thought I saw some sweetness
in the words, "By His stripes ye are healed."
_7th Mo. 17th_. Why do I not feel that nothing I
can _do_ is so important as what I _am_, and that things
without had better be ever so much neglected, than
things within set wrong for their sake?
_7th Mo. 21st_. Had very comfortable feelings
yesterday in meeting.


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