Incomprehensible, Great and Glorious God,
I adore you and abase myself. I approach you mindful that I am less than nothing, a creature worse than nothing.
My thoughts are not screened from your gaze. My secret sins blaze in the light of your countenance.
Enable me to remember that blood which cleanses all of sin, to believe in that grace which subdues all iniquities, to resign myself to that agency which can deliver me from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the sons of God.
You have begun a good work in me and can alone continue and complete it.
Give me an increasing conviction of my tendency to err, and of my exposure to sin.
Help me to feel more of the purifying, softening influence of religion, its compassion, love, pity, courtesy, and employ me as your instrument in blessing others.
Give me to distinguish between the mere form of godliness and its power, between life and a name to live, between guile and truth, between hypocrisy and a religion that will bear your eye.
If I am not right, set me right, keep me right; and may I at last come to your house in peace.
From The Valley of Vision (page 174-75)
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