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through her mind,
wisdom, justice, goodness, and truth, her soul was filled with a sense
of the glory of each of these divine attributes, but especially the
last. Truth, said she, sunk the deepest! And, therefore, as these words
passed, this was repeated, truth, truth! Her mind was so swallowed up
with a sense of the glory of God's truth and other perfections, that she
said, it seemed as though her life was going, and that she saw it was
easy with God to take away her life by discoveries of Himself. Soon
after this she went to a private religious meeting, and her mind was
full of a sense and view of the glory of God all the time. When the
exercise was ended, some asked her concerning what she had experienced,
and she began to give an account, but as she was relating it, it revived
such a sense of the same things, that her strength failed, and they were
obliged to take her and lay her upon the bed. Afterwards she was greatly
affected, and rejoiced with these words, Worthy is the Lamb that was
slain! She had several days together a sweet sense of the excellency and
loveliness of Christ in His meekness, which disposed her continually to
be repeating over these words, which were sweet to her, meek and lowly
in heart, meek and lowly in heart. She once expressed herself to one of
her sisters to this purpose, that she had continued whole days and whole
nights, in a constant ravishing view of the glory of God and Christ,
having enjoyed as much as her life could bear. Once, as her brother was
speaking of the dying love of Christ, she told him, she had such a sense
of it, that the mere mentioning of it was ready to overcome her.

Once, when she came to me, she said,-that at such and such a time, she
thought she saw as much of God, and had as much joy and pleasure, as wa