There is a spirit which I feel that delights to do no evil, nor to revenge any wrong, but delights to endure all things, in hope to enjoy its own in the end. Its hope is to outlive all wrath and contention, and to weary out all exaltation and cruelty, or whatever is of a nature contrary to itself. It sees to the end of all temptations. As it bears no evil in itself, so it conceives none in thoughts to any other. If it be betrayed, it bears it, for its ground and spring is the mercies and forgiveness of God. Its crown is meekness, its life is everlasting love unfeigned; it takes its kingdom with entreaty and not with contention, and keeps it by lowliness of mind…. I have fellowship therein with them who live in dens and desolate places in the earth, who through death obtained this resurrection and eternal holy life…. When I was weak thou stayedst me with thy hand, that in they hand, that in they time thou mightst present me to the world in they strength in which I stand, and cannot be moved. Praise the Lord, O my soul.