O save me from the punishment which is the just demerit of my crimes interest me in thine all atoneing [sic] blood wash me from my pollutions be Thou my shield my righteousness my high tower of defence [sic] that I may be sheltered under thine Almighty wings when the storm of thy righteous wrath shall sweep away with the besom [sic] of distruction [sic] all the ungodly with the refugies [sic] of lies.

Sep 15 [ 1816]

My mind is greatly perplexed with the cares of this world  I find it impossible to serve God and man more  If I were less attached to the world I should have greater enjoyment in religion