(John MacDuff, "Infinite Condescension")
What have I to be proud of? Nothing!
I am dependent continually on Your bounty.
are all a loan from You the Great Proprietor,
who can, in the twinkling of an eye, . . .
arrest the pulses of joyous life,
and write upon all I have, "Ichabod,
the glory has departed!"
I am a pensioner from hour to hour on
redeeming grace and love! But for Jesus,
I would be lost forever!
O God, destroy every pedestal of pride in my
heart. Make me humble; keep me humble.