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“I think my soul never was in such an agony before. I felt no restraint, for the treasures of divine grace were opened to me. I wrestled for absent friends, for the ingathering of souls, for multitudes of poor souls, and for many that I thought were the children of God, in many distant places. I was in such an agony, for half an hour before sunset, till near dark, that I was all over wet with sweat: but yet is seemed to me that I had wasted away the day, and had done nothing. Oh!, my dear Savior did sweat blood for poor souls!”

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Memoirs of the Rev. David Brainerd: Missionary to the Indians on the Borders of New-York, New-Jersey, and Pennsylvania: Chiefly Taken from His Own Diary

This book offers a firsthand account of the life and work of the Rev. David Brainerd, a missionary who dedicated his life to serving the Native American communities in the regions of New York, New Jersey, and Pennsylvania during the 18th century. The text is primarily compiled from Brainerd's personal diary, providing readers with an intimate look into the challenges and triumphs of his mission work, as well as insights into the cultural and religious dynamics of the time. more

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David Brainerd
David Brainerd

David Brainerd was a prominent missionary born on April 20, 1718, and died on October 9, 1747. He dedicated his life to the spread of Christianity, particularly in North America. Brainerd is known for his missionary work among Native Americans and his profound religious experiences. more

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