I have risen at one o'clock to write to you.... I am afraid for our people--afraid that the love of the world is robbing them of godliness and piety.
Night after night for about four weeks I was unable to sleep after 12 o'clock.
The burden resting upon me has been so heavy that for weeks I have been unable to sleep past one or two o'clock.
I have faithfully written out the warnings that God has given me. They have been printed in books, yet I cannot forbear. I must write these same things over and over. I ask not to be relieved. As long as the Lord spares my life, I must continue to bear these earnest messages.
I have all faith in God.... He works at my right hand and at my left. While I am writing out important matter, He is beside me, helping me. He lays out my work before me, and when I am puzzled for a fit word with which to express my thought, He brings it clearly and distinctly to my mind. I feel that every time I ask, even while I am still speaking, He responds, "Here am I."
When I see my brethren walking and working as men in a dream, I feel as if I must do something to arouse them. May the Lord help me to do all my duty, for there must be no delay. We are nearing the last great conflict.