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O Changeless God, Under the conviction of thy Spirit I learn that the more I do, the worse I am, the more I know, the less I know, the more holiness I have, the more sinful I am, the more I love, the more there is to love. O wretched man that I am! O Lord, I have a wild heart and cannot stand before thee; I am like a bird before a man. How little I love thy truth and ways! I neglect prayer, by thinking I have prayed enough and earnestly, by knowing thou hast saved my soul. Of all hypocrites, grant that I may not be an evangelical hypocrite, who sins more safely because grace abounds, who tells his lusts that Christ's blood cleanseth them, who reasons that God cannot cast him into hell, for he is saved, who loves evangelical preaching, churches, Christians, but lives unholily. My mind is a bucket without a bottom, with no spiritual understanding, no desire for the Lord's Day, every learning but never reaching the truth, always at the gospel-well but never holding water. Give me a broken hear that yet carries home the water of grace.- Paradoxes/Valley of Vision

Saturday, September 27, 2008

The Deeps

"Lord Jesus,
Give me a deeper repentance, a horror of sin, a dread of its approach;
Help me chastely to flee it, and jealously 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, they 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, Oh Lord, and then fill me to overflowing with living water."
Valley of Vision Puritan's Prayer Book
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