October 12th 1845

Sabbath. Rose at six. Dull in spirit some time, but light began to break in an uncommon way, more especially when engaged in family worship, and when I went to private, I got such a view of the Almighty, as encompassed about with light and glory, as far excelled anything I ever conceived of before. How very insignificant the angels and the heavenly hosts appear, when compared with the great eternal Jehovah, the brightness of Him that dwelleth in the light that is inaccessible! So gloriously transparent, so infinitely high, and incomparable to all created objects is He, that the sun, moon, and stars appear to be but small glittering things, not worthy to be compared, not even worthy of the smallest notice or admiration, when set in the balance with the Creator. Whether has more glory, the house, or He that builded the house? O, what a glorious exercise it is, to be contemplating the majesty of Jehovah, when a soul can get access to Him, and be introduced by Christ as one of His ransomed ones! O to live to His praise!