Giver of all, another day is ended and I take my place beneath my great redeemer’s cross, where healing streams continually descend,
where balm is poured into every wound, where I wash anew in the all-cleansing blood, assured that Thou seest in me no spots of sin.
Yet a little while and I shall go to Thy home and be no more seen; help me to gird up the loins of my mind, to quicken my step, to speed as if each moment were my last, that my life be joy, my death glory.
I thank Thee for the temporal blessings of this world —
the refreshing air, the light of the sun, the food that renews strength, the raiment that clothes, the dwelling that shelters, the sleep that gives rest, the starry canopy of night, the summer breeze, the flowers’ sweetness, the music of flowing streams, the happy endearments of family, kindred, friends.
Suffer me not to be insensible to these daily mercies. Thy hand bestows blessings: Thy power averts evil.
I bring my tribute of thanks for spiritual graces, the full warmth of faith, the cheering presence of Thy Spirit, the strength of Thy restraining will, Thy spiking of hell’s artillery.
Blessed be my sovereign Lord!
O lover of Thy people, Thou hast placed my whole being in the hands of Jesus, my redeemer commander, husband, friend, and carest for me in Him.
Keep me holy, harmless, undefiled, separate from sinners; may I not know the voice of strangers, but go to Him where He is, and follow where He leads.
Thou hast bathed me once for all in the sin removing fountain, cleanse me now from this day’s defilement, from its faults, deficiencies of virtue, harmful extremes, that I may exhibit a perfect character in Jesus.
O Master, who didst wash the disciples’ feet, be very patient with me, be very condescending to my faults, go on with me till Thy great work in me is completed.
I desire to conquer self in every respect, to overcome the body with its affections and lusts, to keep under my flesh, to guard my manhood from all grosser sins, to check the refined power of my natural mind, to live entirely to Thy glory, to be deaf to unmerited
censure and the praise of men.
Nothing can hurt my new-born inner man, it cannot be smitten or die; nothing can mar the dominion of Thy Spirit within me; it is enough to have Thy approbation and that of my conscience.
Keep me humble, dependent, supremely joyful, as calm and quiet as a sucking child, yet earnest and active.
I wish not so much to do as to be, and I long to be like Jesus; if Thou dost
make me right I shall be right; Lord, I belong to Thee, make me worthy of Thyself!