Prayers from the Puritan Era
Confession and Petition
Holy Lord, I have sinned times without number, and been guilty of pride and unbelief, of failure to find Thy mind in Thy Word, of neglect to seek Thee in my daily life. My transgressions and short-comings present me with a list of accusations, but I bless Thee that they will not stand against me, for all have been laid on Christ. Go on to subdue my corruptions, and grant me grace to live above them. Let not the passions of the flesh nor lustings of the mind bring my spirit into subjection, but do Thou rule over me in liberty and power.
I thank Thee that many of my prayers have been refused. I have asked amiss and do not have, I have prayed from lusts and been rejected, I have longed for Egypt and been given a wilderness. Go on with Thy patient work, answering 'no' to my wrongful prayers, and fitting me to accept it. Purge me from every false desire, every base aspiration, everything contrary to Thy rule. I thank Thee for Thy wisdom and Thy love, for all the acts of discipline to which I am subject, for sometimes putting me into the furnace to refine my gold and remove my dross.
No trial is so hard to bear as a sense of sin. If Thou
shouldst give me choice to live in pleasure and keep my sins, or to have them
burnt away with trial, give me sanctified affliction. Deliver me from every evil
habit, every accretion of former sins, everything that dims the brightness of
Thy grace in me, everything that prevents me taking delight in Thee. Then I
shall bless Thee, God of jeshurun, for helping me to be upright.
Consecration and Worship
My God, I feel it is heaven to please Thee, and to be what Thou wouldst have me be. O that I were holy as Thou art holy, pure as Christ is pure, perfect as Thy Spirit is perfect! These, I feel, are the best commands in Thy Book, and shall I break them? must I break them? am I under such a necessity as long as I live here?
Woe, woe is me that I am a sinner, that I grieve this blessed God, who is infinite in goodness and grace! O if He would punish me for my sins, it would not would my heart so deep to offend Him; But though I sin continually, He continually repeats His kindness to me.
At times I feel I could bear any suffering, but how can I dishonour this glorious God? What shall I do to glorify and worship this best of beings? O that I could consecrate my soul and body to His service, without restraint, for ever! O that I could give myself up to Him, so as never more to attempt to be my own! or have any will or affections that are not perfectly conformed to His will and His love! But, alas, I cannot live and not sin.
O may angels glorify Him incessantly, and, if possible,
prostrate themselves lower before the blessed King of heaven! I long to bear a
part with them in ceaseless praise; but when I have done all I can to eternity I
shall not be able to offer more than a small fraction of the homage that the
glorious God deserves. Give me a heart full of divine, heavenly love.
Heavenly Father, if I should suffer need, and go unclothed, and be in poverty, make my heart prize Thy love, know it, be constrained by it, though I be denied all blessings. It is Thy mercy to afflict and try me with wants, for by these trials I see my sins, and desire severance from them. Let me willingly accept misery, sorrows, temptations, if I can thereby feel sin as the greatest evil, and be delivered from it with gratitude to Thee, acknowledging this as the highest testimony of Thy love.
When thy Son, Jesus, came into my soul instead of sin He became more dear to me than sin had formerly been; His kindly rule replaced sin's tyranny. Teach me to believe that if ever I would have any sin subdued I must not only labour to overcome it, but must invite Christ to abide in the place of it, and He must become to me more than vile lust had been; that His sweetness, power, life may be there. Thus I must seek a grace from Him contrary to sin, but must not claim it apart from Himself.
When I am afraid of evils to come, comfort me by
showing me that in myself I am a dying, condemned wretch, but in Christ I am
reconciled and live; that in myself I find insufficiency and no rest, but in
Christ there is satisfaction and peace; that in myself I am feeble and unable to
do good, but in Christ I have ability to do all things. Though now I have His
graces in part, I shall shortly have them perfectly in that state where Thou
wilt show Thyself fully reconciled, and alone sufficient, efficient, loving me
completely, with sin abolished. O Lord, hasten that day.
Lord Jesus, give me a deeper repentance, a horror of sin, a dread of its approach. Help me chastely to flee it and jealously to resolve that my heart shall be Thine alone.
Give me a deeper trust, that I may lose myself to find myself in Thee, the ground of my rest, the spring of my being. Give me a deeper knowledge of Thyself as saviour, master, lord, and king. Give me deeper power in private prayer, more sweetness in Thy Word, more steadfast grip on its truth. Give me deeper holiness in speech, thought, action, and let me not seek moral virtue apart from Thee.
Plough deep in me, great Lord, heavenly husbandman, that my being may be a tilled field, the roots of grace spreading far and wide, until Thou alone art seen in me, Thy beauty golden like summer harvest, Thy fruitfulness as autumn plenty.
I have no master but Thee, no law but Thy will, no delight
but Thyself, no
wealth but that Thou givest, no good but that Thou blessest, no peace but that
Thou bestowest. I am nothing but that Thou makest me. I have nothing but that I
receive from Thee. I can be nothing but that grace adorns me. Quarry me deep,
dear Lord, and then fill me to overflowing with living water.
God of my end, it is my greatest, noblest pleasure to be acquainted with Thee and with my rational, immortal soul; it is sweet and entertaining to look into my being when all my powers and passions are united and engaged in pursuit of Thee, when my soul longs and passionately breathes after conformity to Thee and the full enjoyment of Thee; no hours pass away with so much pleasure as those spent in communion with Thee and with my heart.
O how desirable, how profitable to the Christian life is a
spirit of holy watchfulness and godly jealousy over myself when my soul is
afraid of nothing except grieving and offending Thee, the blessed God, my Father
and friend, whom I then love and long to please, rather than be happy in myself!
Knowing, as I do, that this is the pious temper, worthy of the highest ambition,
and closest pursuit of intelligent creatures and holy Christians, may my joy
derive from glorifying and delighting Thee. I long to fill all my time for Thee,
whether at home or in the way; to place all my concerns in Thy hands; to be
entirely at Thy disposal, having no will or interest of my own. Help me to live
to Thee for ever, to make Thee my last and only end, so that I may never more in
one instance love my sinful self.
Thou art the blessed God, happy in Thyself, source of happiness in Thy creatures, my maker, benefactor, proprietor, upholder. Thou hast produced and sustained me, supported and indulged me, saved and kept me; Thou art in every situation able to meet my needs and miseries.
May I live by Thee, live for Thee, never be satisfied with my Christian progress but as I resemble Christ; and may conformity to His principles, temper, and conduct grow hourly in my life. Let Thy unexampled love constrain me into holy obedience, and render my duty my delight. If others deem my faith folly, my meekness infirmity, my zeal madness, my hope delusion, my actions hypocrisy, may I rejoice to suffer for Thy name.
Keep me walking steadfastly towards the country of
everlasting delights, that paradise-land which is my true inheritance. Support
me by the strength of heaven that I may never turn back, or desire false
pleasures that will disappear into nothing. As I pursue my heavenly journey by
Thy grace let me be known as a man with no aim but that of a burning desire for
Thee, and the good and salvation of my fellow men.
Giver of all, another day is ended and I take my place beneath my great redeemer's cross, where healing streams continually descend, where balm is poured into every wound, where I wash anew in the all-cleansing blood, assured that Thou seest in me no spots of sin. Yet a little while and I shall go to Thy home and be no more seen; help me to gird up the loins of my mind, to quicken my step, to speed as if each moment were my last, that my life be joy, my death glory.
I thank Thee for the temporal blessings of this worldŚthe
refreshing air, the light of the sun, the food that renews strength, the raiment
that clothes, the dwelling that shelters, the sleep that gives rest, the starry
canopy of night, the summer breeze, the flowers' sweetness, the music of flowing
streams, the happy endearments of family, kindred, friends. Things animate,
things inanimate, minister to my comfort. My cup runs over. Suffer me not to be
insensible to these daily mercies. Thy hand bestows blessings: Thy power averts
evil. I bring my tribute of thanks for spiritual graces, the full warmth of
faith, the cheering presence of Thy Spirit, the strength of Thy restraining
will, Thy spiking of hell's artillery. Blessed be my sovereign Lord!
O lover of Thy people, Thou hast placed my whole being in
the hands of Jesus, my redeemer, commander, husband, friend, and carest for me
in Him. Keep me holy, harmless, undefiled, separate from sinners; may I not know
the voice of strangers, but go to Him where He is, and follow where He leads.
Thou hast bathed me once for all in the sin-removing fountain, cleanse me now
from this day's defilement, from its faults, deficiencies of virtue, harmful
extremes, that I may exhibit a perfect character in Jesus. O Master, who didst
wash the disciples' feet, be very patient with me, be very condescending to my
faults, go on with me till Thy great work in me is completed. I desire to
conquer self in every respect, to overcome the body with its affections and
lusts, to keep under my flesh, to guard my manhood from all grosser sins, to
check the refined power of my natural mind, to live entirely to Thy glory, to be
deaf to unmerited censure and the praise of men. Nothing can hurt my new-born
inner man, it cannot be smitten or die; nothing can mar the dominion of Thy
Spirit within me; it is enough to have Thy approbation and that of my
conscience. Keep me humble, dependent, supremely joyful, as calm and quiet as a
sucking child, yet earnest and active. I wish not so much to do as to be, and I
long to be like Jesus; if Thou dost make me right I shall be right; Lord, I
belong to Thee, make me worthy of Thyself.
My Father, if Thy mercy had bounds, where would be my refuge from just wrath? But thy love in Christ is without measure. Thus, I present myself to Thee with sins of comission and omission, against Thee, my Father, against Thee, adorable redeemer, against Thee and Thy strivings, 0 Holy Spirit, against the dictates of my conscience, against the precepts of Thy Word, against my neighbours and myself. Enter not into judgment with me, for I plead no righteousness of my own, and have no cloak for iniquity. Pardon my day dark with evil.
This night I renew my penitence. Every moniing I vow to love Thee more fervently, to serve Thee more sincerely, to be more devoted in my life, to be wholly Thine; Yet I soon stumble, backslide, and have to confess my weakness, misery and sin. But I bless Thee that the finished work of Jesus needs no addition from my doings, that His oblation is sufficient satisfaction for my sins.
If future days be mine, help me to amend my life, to hate
and abhor evil, to flee the sins I confess. Make me more resolute, more
watchful, more prayerful. Let no evil fruit spring from evil seeds my hands have
sown; Let no neighbour be hardened in vanity and folly by my want of
circumspection. If this day I have been ashamed of Christ and His Word, or have
shown unkindness, malice, envy, lack of love, unadvised speech, hasty temper,
let it be no stumbling block to others, or dishonour to Thy name. 0 help me to
set an upright example that will ever rebuke vice, allure to goodness, and
evidence that lovely are the ways of Christ.
O God, may Thy Spirit speak in me that I may speak to Thee. I Lord Jesus, great high priest, Thou hast opened a new and living way by which a fallen creature can approach Thee with acceptance.
Help me to contemplate the dignity of Thy Person, the perfectness of Thy sacrifice, the effectiveness of Thy intercession.
O what blessedness accompanies devotion, when under all the trials that weary me, the cares that corrode me, the fears that disturb me, the infirmities that oppress me, I can come to Thee in my need and feel peace beyond understanding!
The grace that restores is necessary to preserve, lead, guard, supply, help me. And here Thy saints encourage my hope; they were once poor and are now rich, bound and are now free, tried and now are victorious.
Every new duty calls for more grace than I now possess, but not more than is found in Thee, the divine treasury in whom all fullness dwells. To Thee I repair for grace upon grace, until every void made by sin be replenished and I am filled with all Thy fullness.
May my desires be enlarged and my hopes emboldened, that I may honour Thee by my entire dependency and the greatness of my expectation.
Do Thou be with me, and prepare me for all the smiles of
prosperity, the frowns of adversity, the losses of substance, the death of
friends, the days of darkness, the changes of life, and the last great change of
all. May I find thy grace sufficient for all my needs.
O God, may Thy Spirit speak in me that I may speak to thee. I have no merit, let the merit of Jesus stand for me. I am undeserving, but I look to Thy tender mercy. I am full of infirmities, wants, sin; Thou art full of grace.
I confess my sin, my frequent sin, my wilful sin; all my powers of body and soul are defiled: a fountain of pollution is deep within my nature. There are chambers of foul images within my being; I have gone from one odious room to another, walked in a no-man's-land of dangerous imaginations, pried into the secrets of my fallen nature.
I am utterly ashamed that I am what I am in myself; I have no green shoot in me nor fruit, but thorns and thistles; I am a fading leaf that the wind drives away; I live bare and barren as a winter tree, unprofitable, fit to be hewn down and burnt. Lord, dost Thou have mercy on me?
Thou hast struck a heavy blow at my pride, at the false
god of self, and I lie in pieces before Thee. But Thou hast given me another
master and lord, Thy Son, Jesus, and now my heart is turned towards holiness, my
life speeds as an arrow from a bow towards complete obedience to Thee. Help me
in all my doings to put down sin and to humble pride. Save me from the love of
the world and the pride of life, from everything that is natural to fallen man,
and let Christ's nature be seen in me day by day. Grant me grace to bear Thy
will without repining, and delight to be not only chiselled, squared, or
fashioned, but separated from the old rock where I have been embedded so long,
and lifted from the quarry to the upper air, where I may be built in Christ for
Longings after God
My dear Lord, I can but tell Thee that Thou knowest I long
for nothing but Thyself, nothing but holiness, nothing but union with Thy will.
Thou hast given me these desires, and thou alone canst give me the thing
desired. My soul longs for communion with Thee, for mortification of indwelling
corruption, especially spiritual pride. How precious it is to have a tender
sense and clear apprehension of the mystery of godliness, of true holiness! What
a blessedness to be like Thee as much as it is possible for a creature to be
like its creator! Lord, give me more of Thy likeness; enlarge my soul to contain
fullness of holiness; engage me to live more for Thee. Help me to be less
pleased with my spiritual experiences, and when I feel at ease after sweet
communings, teach me it is far too little I know and do. Blessed Lord, let me
climb up near to Thee, and love, and long, and plead, and wrestle with Thee, and
pant for deliverance from the body of sin, for my heart is wandering and
lifeless, and my soul mourns to think it should ever lose sight of its beloved.
Wrap my life in divine love, and keep me ever desiring Thee, always humble and
resigned to Thy will, more fixed on Thyself, that I may be more fitted for doing
Great God, in public and private, in sanctuary and home, may my life be steeped in prayer, filled with the spirit of grace and supplication, each prayer perfumed with the incense of atoning blood. Help me, defend me, until from praying ground I pass to the realm of unceasing praise. Urged by my need, invited by Thy promises, called by Thy Spirit, I enter Thy presence, worshipping Thee with godly fear, awed by Thy majesty, greatness, glory, but encouraged by Thy love.
I am all poverty as well as all guilt, having nothing of
my own with which to repay Thee, but I bring Jesus to Thee in the arms of faith,
pleading His righteousness to offset my iniquities, rejoicing that He will weigh
down the scales for me, and satisfy thy justice. I bless Thee that great sin
draws out great grace, that, although the lest sin deserves infinite punishment
because done against an infinite God, yet there is mercy for me, for where guilt
is most terrible, there Thy mercy in Christ is most free and deep. Bless me by
revealing to me more of His saving merits, by causing Thy goodness to pass
before me, by speaking peace to my contrite heart; strengthen me to give Thee no
rest untiI Christ shall reign supreme within me in every thought, word, and
deed, in a faith that purifies the heart, overcomes the world, works by love,
fastens me to Thee, and ever clings to the cross.
Compassionate Lord, Thy mercies have brought me to the dawn of another day. Vain will be its gift unless I grow in grace, increase in knowledge, ripen for spiritual harvest. Let me this day know Thee as Thou art, love Thee supremely, serve Thee wholly, admire Thee fully. Through grace let my will respond to Thee, knowing that power to obey is not in me, but that Thy free love alone enables me to serve Thee. Here then is my empty heart, overflow it with Thy choicest gifts; here is my blind understanding, chase away its mists of ignorance.
O ever watchful Shepherd, lead, guide, tend me this day;
without Thy restraining rod I err and stray. Hedge up my path lest I wander into
unwholesome pleasure, and drink its poisonous streams; direct my feet that I be
not entangled in Satan's secret snares, nor fall into his hidden traps. Defend
me from assailing foes, from evil circumstances, from myself. My adversaries are
part and parcel of my nature; they cling to me as my very skin; I cannot escape
their contact. In my rising up and sitting down they barnacle me; they entice
with constant baits; my enemy is within the citadel. Come with almighty power
and cast him out, pierce him to death, and abolish in me every particle of
carnal life this day.
Almighty God, as I cross the threshold of this day I
commit myself, soul, body, affairs, friends, to Thy care. Watch over, keep,
guide, direct, sanctify, bless me. Incline my heart to thy ways. Mould me wholly
into the image of Jesus, as a potter forms clay. May my lips be a well-tuned
harp to sound Thy praise. Let those around see me living by Thy Spirit,
trampling the world underfoot, unconformed to lying vanities, transformed by a
renewed mind, clad in the entire armour of God, shining as a never-dimmed light,
showing holiness in all my doings. Let no evil this day soil my thoughts,
words, hands. May I travel miry paths with a life pure from spot or stain. In
needful transactions let my affection be in heaven, and my love soar upwards in
flames of fire, my gaze fixed on unseen things, my eyes open to the emptiness,
fragility, mockery of earth and its vanities. May I view all things in the
mirror of eternity, waiting for the coming of my Lord, listening for the last
trumpet call, hastening unto the new heaven and earth. Order this day all my
communications according to Thy wisdom, and to the gain of mutual good. Forbid
that I should not be profited or made profitable. May I speak each word as if my
last word, and walk each step as my final one.If my life should end today, let
this be my best day.
O God the author of all good, I come to Thee for the grace another day will require for its duties and events. I step out into a wicked world; I carry about with me an evil heart. I know that without Thee I can do nothing, that everything with which I shall be concerned, however harmless in itself, may prove an occasion of sin or folly, unless I am kept by Thy power. Hold Thou me up and I shall be safe.
Preserve my understanding from subtilty of error, my affections from love of idols, my character from stain of vice, my profession from every form of evil. May I engage in nothing in which I cannot implore Thy blessing, and in which I cannot invite Thy inspection. Prosper me in all lawful undertakings, or prepare me for disappointments. Give me neither poverty nor riches. Feed me with food convenient for me, lest I be full and deny Thee and say, Who is the Lord? or be poor, and steal, and take Thy name in vain.
May every creature be made good to me by prayer and Thy
will. Teach me how to use the world and not abuse it, to improve my talents, to
redeem my time, to walk in wisdom toward those without, and in kindness to those
within, to do good to all men, and especially to my fellow Christians. And to
Thee be the glory.
Lord of immortality, before whom angels bow and archangels veil their faces, enable me to serve Thee with reverence and godly fear. Thou who art Spirit and requirest truth in the inward parts, help me to worship Thee in spirit and in truth. Thou who art righteous, let me not harbour sin in my heart, or indulge a worldly temper, or seek satisfaction in things that perish.
I hasten towards an hour when earthly pursuits and possessions will appear vain, when it will be indifferent whether I have been rich or poor, successful or disappointed, admired or despised. But it will be of eternal moment that I have mourned for sin, hungered and thirsted after righteousness, loved the Lord Jesus in sincerity, gloried in His cross. May these objects engross my chief solicitude! Produce in me those principles and dispositions that make Thy service perfect freedom.
Expel from my mind all sinful fear and shame, so that with
firmness and courage I may confess the Redeemer before men, go forth with Him
hearing His reproach, be zealous with His knowledge, be filled with His wisdom,
walk with His circumspection, ask counsel of Him in all things, repair to the
Scriptures for His orders, stay my mind on His peace, knowing that nothing can
befall me without His permission, appointment and administration.
O Lord, in prayer I launch far out into the eternal world, and on that broad ocean my soul triumphs over all evils on the shores of mortality. Time, with its gay amusements and cruel disappointments never appears so inconsiderate as then.
In prayer I see myself as nothing; I find my heart going after Thee with intensity, and long with vehement thirst to live to Thee. Blessed be the strong gales of the Spirit that speed me on my way to the New Jerusalem.
In prayer all things here below vanish, and nothing seems important but holiness of heart and the salvation of others.
In prayer all my worldly cares, fears, anxieties disappear, and are of as little significance as a puff of wind.
In prayer my soul inwardly exults with lively thoughts at what Thou art doing for Thy church, and I long that Thou shouldest get Thyself a great name from sinners returning to Zion.
In prayer I am lifted above the frowns and flatteries of life, and taste heavenly joys; entering into the eternal world I can give myself to Thee with all my heart, to be Thine for ever.
In prayer I can place all my concerns in Thy hands, to be entirely at Thy disposal, having no will or interest of my own.
In prayer I can intercede for my friends, ministers, sinners, the church, Thy kingdom to come, with greatest freedom, ardent hopes, as a son to his father, as a lover to the beloved.
Help me to be all prayer and never to cease praying.
Lord Jesus, I sin. Grant that I may never cease grieving because of it, never be content with myself, never think I can reach a point of perfection. Kill my envy, command my tongue, trample down self. Give me grace to be holy, kind, gentle, pure, peaceable, to live for Thee and not for self, to copy Thy words, acts, spirit, to be transformed into Thy likeness, to be consecrated wholly to Thee, to live entirely to Thy glory.
Deliver me from attachment to things unclean, from wrong associations, from the predominance of evil passions, from the sugar of sin as well as its gap; that with self-loathing, deep contrition, earnest heart searching I may come to Thee, cast myself on Thee, trust in Thee, cry to Thee, be delivered by Thee.
O God, the Eternal All, help me to know that all things are shadows, but Thou art substance, all things are quicksands, but Thou art mountain, all things are shifting, but Thou art anchor, all things are ignorance, but Thou art wisdom.
If my life is to be a crucible amid burning heat, so be
it, but do Thou sit at the furnace mouth to watch the ore that nothing be lost.
If I sin wilfully, grievously, tormentedly, in grace take away my mourning and
give me music; remove my sackcloth and clothe me with beauty; still my sighs and
fill my mouth with song, then give me summer weather as a Christian.
O Lord, Whose power is infinite and wisdom infallible,
order things that they may neither hinder, nor discourage me, nor prove
obstacles to the progress of Thy cause. Stand between me and all strife, that no
evil befall, no sin corrupt my gifts, zeal, attainments. May I follow duty and
not any foolish device of my own. Permit me not to labour at work which Thou
wilt not bless,
that I may serve thee without disgrace or debt. Let me
dwell in Thy most secret place under thy shadow, where is safe impenetrable
the arrow that flieth by day, the pestilence that walketh in darkness, the
strife of tongues, the malice of ill-will, the hurt of unkind talk, the snares
of company, the perils of youth, the temptations of middle life, the moumings of
old age, the fear of death. I am entirely dependent upon Thee for support,
counsel, consolation. Uphold me by Thy free Spirit, and may I not think it
enough to be preserved from falling, but may I always go forward, always
abounding in the work Thou givest me to do. Strengthen me by Thy Spirit in my
inner self for every purpose of my Christian life. All my jewels I give to the
shadow of the safety that is in TheeŚmy name anew in Christ, my body, soul,
talents, character, my success, wife, children, friends, work, my present, my
future, my end. Take them, they are Thine, and I am thine, now and for ever.
Resting on God
O God, most high, most glorious, the thought of Thine infinite serenity cheers me, for I am toiling and moiling, troubled and distressed, but Thou art for ever at perfect peace. Thy designs cause thee no fear or care of unfulfilment, they stand fast as the eternal hills. Thy power knows no bond, Thy goodness no stint. Thou bringest order out of confusion, and my defeats are Thy victories: The Lord God omnipotent reigneth.
I come to Thee as a sinner with cares and sorrows, to leave every concern entirely to Thee, every sin calling for Christ's precious blood; revive deep spirituality in my heart; let me live near to the great Shepherd, hear His voice, know its tones, follow its calls. Keep me from deception by causing me to abide in the truth, from harm by helping me to walk in the power of the Spirit. Give me intenser faith in the eternal verities, burning into me by experience the things I know; Let me never be ashamed of the truth of the gospel, that I may bear its reproach, vindicate it, see Jesus as its essence, know in it the power of the Spirit.
Lord, help me, for I am often lukewarm and chill; unbelief
mars my confidence, sin makes me forget Thee. Let the weeds that grow in my soul
be cut at their roots; grant me to know that I truly live only when I live to
Thee, that all else is trifling. Thy presence alone can make me holy, devout,
strong and happy. Abide in me, gracious God.
Eternal Father, it is amazing love, that Thou hast sent Thy Son to suffer in my stead, that Thou hast added the Spirit to teach, comfort, guide, that Thou hast allowed the ministry of angels to wall me round; all heaven subserves the welfare of a poor worm. Permit Thy unseen servants to be ever active on my behalf, and to rejoice when grace expands in me. Suffer them never to rest until my conflict is over, and I stand victorious on salvation's shore.
Grant that my proneness to evil, deadness to good, resistance to Thy Spirit's motions, may never provoke Thee to abandon me. May my hard heart awake Thy pity, not Thy wrath, And if the enemy gets an advantage through my corruption, let it be seen that heaven is mightier than hell, that those for me are greater than those against me. Arise to my help in richness of covenant blessings, keep me feeding in the pastures of Thy strengthening Word, searching Scripture to find Thee there.
If my waywardness is visited with a scourge, enable me to
receive correction meekly, to bless the reproving hand, to discern the motive of
rebuke, to respond promptly, and do the first work. Let all Thy fatherly
dealings make me a partaker of Thy holiness. Grant that in every fall I may sink
lower on my knees, and that when I rise it may be to loftier heights of
devotion. May my every cross be sanctified, every loss be gain, every denial a
spiritual advantage, every dark day a light of the Holy Spirit, every night of
trial a song.
The Valley of Vision
Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly, Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision, where I live in the depths but see Thee in the heights; hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold Thy glory. Let me learn by paradox that the way down is the way up, that to be low is to be high, that the broken heart is the healed heart, that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit, that the repenting soul is the victorious soul, that to have nothing is to possess all, that to bear the cross is to wear the crown, that to give is to receive, that the valley is the place of vision. Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells, and the deeper the wells the brighter Thy stars shine; let me find Thy light in my darkness, Thy life in my death, Thy joy in my sorrow, Thy grace in my sin, Thy riches in my poverty, Thy glory in my valley.
From The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers & Devotions, edited by Arthur Bennett. Some reformatting.