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Thirsting Desires And Longings Possessed My Soul After Perfect Holiness. God Was So Precious To My Soul That The World With All Its Enjoyments Appeared Vile. I Had No More Value For The Favor Of Men Than For Pebbles.

-David Brainerd

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Thirsting Desires And Longings

David Brainerd

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Thirsting Desires And Longings Possessed My Soul After Perfect Holiness. God Was So Precious To My Soul That The World With All Its Enjoyments Appeared Vile. I Had No More Value For The Favor Of Men Than For Pebbles.

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