Misplease

Oh, i [sic] have one great Fear to misplease Him, and I pray He give me more of that Fear each Day, He my heavenly Father, not the Fear like Olga to the Knout, but to fear I misplease Him my Father, and make me not worthy of His Love.

"[...] Yet let this make me as sorry as it will, still I must on that account above all see how everything looks before God and in itself, how it pleases or mispleases him."

The heart mispleases me that is held coldly, Severely closed amid the years of feeling.