1751 January 1 (Tuesday). Every Year brings fresh occasion of Praise to the great, unchangeable, and incomprehensible Being who upholds the Universe! Let me especially praise and adore Him who preserves my Soul and Sustains my Body; who confers richest Favours on the vilest Ingrate!
To Thee Supreme, Omnipotent!
May universal Nature rise!
“Homage To thee, with one Consent,
From whom we all have all Supplys!”
But thou, My Soul, as thou’rt most bound,
Thy Breath and Being chearfull Spend.
The Great Jehovah’s Praise resound
To Ages that shall never End!
At Eve my wife and I rode over to Mr. Francis Whipples and assisted at the Solemnizing the Marriage of his Daughter Lucy to Nathan Maynard.[1] N.B. She was born this Day 22 Years Since. An handsome supper, and though a Cold Night, yet it was (through the Smile of Providence) a pleasant, joyfull Time. As I would bemoan my Ingratitude, Barrenness, Senselessness, So I would beg of God to quicken, pardon and help me! To God I would committ all the Events of this Year! But! I know not what a Day may bring forth!
[1]The son of David Maynard.