I do feel every day the infinite deficiency of one's labor, and do long for the abounding of this labor in myself, and to see the Lord's vineyard continuously dressed and cultivated, so that no need should appear, and laborers in it, whose hearts were in its ministrations. Oh, what wise hearts, what patient hearts, what large hearts, in the scope of all the necessities, and the infinite grace that suits them, ought those hearts to be! What a heart of prayer that ministers to, feeds, and cultivates, the Lord's vineyard, and the hearts of the children of His saints, the plants of the Lord's planting; watching every noxious weed, seeing roots of bitterness before they spring up and claim their right by prescription to the soil! 30