How delightful is it, oh my soul! for thee to enjoy sweet communion with thy God, and thus to dwell upon Divine objects. I am safe here, and at rest, in this dear place of quiet; and earnestly pity all the men of business and hurry, whose heads are full of perplexing contrivances to procure a little happiness in a world where there is no such thing. O blessed freedom! O charming solitude! I will grasp you, and I will hold you fastÂ—the delight of silence and retreat! Here I can unburden my soul, and pour it out before God. Here I can wrestle with the powers of heaven, and not let them go till I have obtained a blessing. Here I can confess my sins, and with hopes of comfort lay open my troubled breast before the merciful God of heaven.