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 [farmer], 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.
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