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O great I AM,
Fill my mind with elevation and grandeur at the thought
of a Being with whom one day is as a thousand years,
and a thousand years as one day—a mighty God, who,
amid the lapse of worlds, and the revolutions of empires,
feels no variableness—but is glorious in immortality.
May I rejoice that, while all creatures are . . .
broken reeds,
empty cisterns,
fading flowers,
withering grass,
You are the Rock of Ages—the Fountain of living waters.
Turn my heart . . .
from vanity,
from dissatisfactions,
from uncertainties of the present state,
to the eternal blessings I have in Christ.
Let me live a life of . . .
self-distrust,
dependence on Yourself,
mortification,
crucifixion,
prayer.
(a puritan prayer)
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