September 21st 1845

Sabbath. Rose at five. Read a sermon, tried to believe, but could get no nearness. In church, Mr Taylor very lively, text - "The Lord hath need of them." - (Matt. xxi. 3.) Many present seemingly impressed. I had earnestness in prayer for my class, only seven scholars. Pity me that I can do nothing for Thee in the world. Wouldst Thou be pleased to open a door of usefulness for me, and give a spirit to accept and fulfil it for Thine own name's sake?