Move, I beg You, upon my disordered heart

(A Puritan Prayer)

O Holy Spirit,
Move, I beg You, upon my disordered heart.
Take away my unruly desires and hateful lusts.
Lift the mists and darkness of unbelief. Brighten
my soul with the pure light of truth. Make it . . .
  fragrant as the garden of paradise,
  rich with every goodly fruit,
  beautiful with heavenly grace,
  radiant with rays of divine light.
Be my . . .
  comforter,
  light,
  guide,
  sanctifier.

Take of the things of Christ and show them to my
soul. Through You may I daily learn more of His . . .
  love,
  grace,
  compassion,
  faithfulness,
  beauty.
Lead me to the cross and show me . . .
  His wounds,
  the hateful nature of evil,
  the power of Satan.

May I there see my sins as . . .
  the nails which transfixed Him,
  the cords which bound Him,
  the thorns which tore Him,
  the sword which pierced Him.

Help me to find in His death—the
reality and immensity of His love.

Open for me the wondrous volumes of truth in His
death. Increase my faith in the clear knowledge of . . .
  atonement achieved,
  redemption completed,
  guilt done away,
  my debt paid,
  my sins forgiven,
  my soul saved,
  hell vanquished,
  heaven opened,
  eternity made mine.

O Holy Spirit, deepen in me these saving lessons.
Write them upon my heart, that my walk be . . .
  sin-loathing,
  sin-fleeing,
  Christ-loving.