We commune with thee everyday,
But weekdays are worldly days,
And secular concerns reduce heavenly impressions.
We bless thee therefore for the day sacred to our souls
When we can wait upon thee and be refreshed;
We thank thee for the institutions of religion
By use of which we draw near to thee and thou to us;
We rejoice in another Lord’s Day
When we call off our minds from the cares of the world
And attend upon thee without distraction;
Let our retirement be devout,
Our conversation edifying,
Our reading pious,
Our hearing profitable,
That our souls may be quickened and elevated.
We are going to the house of prayer,
Pour upon us the spirit of grace and supplication;
We are going to the house of praise,
Awaken in us every grateful and cheerful emotion;
We are going to the house of instruction,
Give testimony to the Word preached,
And glorify it in the hearts of all who hear;
May it enlighten the ignorant,
Awaken the careless, reclaim the wandering,
Establish the weak, comfort the feeble-minded,
Make ready a people for their Lord.
Be a sanctuary to all who cannot come,
Forget not those who never come,
And do thou bestow upon us
Benevolence towards our dependents,
Forgiveness towards our enemies,
Peaceableness towards our neighbours,
Openness towards our fellow-Christians.
Glorious and Holy God,
Provocations against thy divine majesty have filled my whole life,
My offences have been countless and aggravated.
Conscience has rebuked me,
Friends have admonished me,
The examples of others have reproached me,
Thy rod has chastised me,
Thy kindness allured me.
Thou hast seen and abhorred all my sins and
Couldst easily and justly have punished me,
Yet thou hast spared me,
Been gracious unto me
Given me thy help,
Invited me to thy table.
Lord, I thankfully obey thy call,
Accept of thy goodness,
Acquiesce in thy gospel appointments.
I believe that Jesus thy Son has plenteous redemption;
I apply to him for his benefits,
Give up my mind implicitly to his instructions,
Trust and glory in his sacrifice,
Revere and love his authority,
Pray that his grace may reign in my life.
I will not love a world that crucified him,
Neither cherish nor endure the sin that put him to grief,
Nor suffer him to be wounded by others.
At the cross that relieves my conscience
Let me learn lessons of self-denial, forgiveness and submission,
Feel motives to obedience,
Find resources for all needs of the divine life.
Then let me be what i profess,
Do as well as teach,
Live as well as hear religion.
O THOU MOST HIGH,
In the way of thy appointment I am waiting for thee,
My desire is to thy name,
My mind to remembrance of thee.
I am a sinner, but not insensible of my state.
My iniquities are great and numberless,
But thou art adequate to my relief,
For thou art rich in mercy;
The blood of thy Son can cleanse from all sin;
The agency of thy Spirit can subdue my most powerful lusts.
Give me a tender, wakeful conscience
That can smite and torment me when I sin.
May I be consistent in conversation and conduct,
The same alone as in company,
In prosperity and adversity,
Accepting all thy commandments as right,
And hating every false way.
May I never be satisfied with my present spiritual progress,
But to faith add virtue, knowledge, temperance, godliness,
Brotherly kindness, charity.
May I never neglect
What is necessary to constitute Christian character,
And needful to complete it.
May I cultivate the expedient,
Develop the lovely, adorn the gospel,
Recommend the religion of Jesus,
Accommodate myself to they providence.
Keep me from sinking or sinning in the evil day;
Help me to carry into ordinary life portions of divine truth
And use them on suitable occasions, so that
Its doctrines may inform,
Its warnings caution,
Its rules guide,
Its promises comfort me.
Thou creator, upholder, proprietor of all things,
I cannot escape from thy presence or control,
Nor do I desire to do so.
My privilege is to be under the agency of omnipotence,
Righteousness, wisdom, patience, mercy, grace.
Thou art love with more than parental affection;
I admire thy heart, adore thy wisdom,
Stand in awe of thy power, abase myself before thy purity.
It is the discovery of thy goodness alone that can banish my fear,
Allure me into thy presence,
Help me to bewail and confess my sins.
When I review my past guilt
And am conscious of my present unworthiness
I tremble to come to thee,
I whose foundation is in the dust,
I who have condemned thy goodness,
Defied thy power,
Trampled upon thy love,
Rendered myself worthy of eternal death.
But my recovery cannot spring from any cause in me,
I can destroy but cannot save myself.
Yet thou hast laid help on One that is mighty,
For there is mercy with thee,
And exceeding riches in thy kindness through Jesus.
May I always feel my need of him.
Let thy restored joy be my strength;
May it keep me from lusting after the world,
Bear up heart and mind in loss of comforts,
Enliven me in the valley of death,
Work in me the image of the heavenly,
And give me to enjoy the first fruits of spirituality,
Such as angels and departed saints know.
Thou hast led me singing to the cross
Where I fling down all my burdens and see them vanish,
Where my mountains of guilt are levelled to a plain,
Where my sins disappear, though they are the greatest that exist,
And are more in number than the grains of fine sand;
For there is power in the blood of Calvary
To destroy sins more than can be counted
Even by one from the choir of heaven.
Thou hast given me a hill-side spring
That washes me,
And I go as a sinner to its waters,
Bathing without hindrance in its crystal streams.
At the cross there is free forgiveness for poor and meek ones,
And ample blessings that last forever;
The blood of the Lamb is like a great river of infinite grace
With never any diminishing of its fullness
As thirsty ones without number drink of it.
O Lord, for ever will thy free forgiveness live
That was gained on the mount of blood;
In the midst of a world of pain
It is a subject for praise in every place
A song on earth, an anthem in heaven,
Its love and virtue knowing no end.
I have a longing for the world above
Where multitudes sing the great song,
For my soul was never created to love the dust of earth.
Though here my spiritual state is frail and poor,
I shall go on singing Calvary’s anthem.
May i always know
That a clean heart of goodness is more beautiful than the lily,
That only a clean heart can sing by night and by day,
That such a heart is mine with I abide at Calvary.
Blessed Lord Jesus,
No human mind could conceive or invent the gospel.
Acting in eternal grace, thou art both its messenger and its message,
Lived out on earth through infinite compassion,
Applying thy life to insult, injury, death,
That I might be redeemed, ransomed, freed.
Blessed be thou, O Father, for contriving this way,
Eternal thanks to thee, O Lamb of God, for opening this way,
Praise everlasting to thee, O Holy Spirit,
For applying this way to my heart.
Glorious Trinity, impress the gospel on my soul,
Until its virtue diffuses every faculty;
Let it be heard, acknowledged, professed, felt.
Teach me to secure this mighty blessing;
Help me to give up every darling lust,
To submit heart and life to its command,
To have it in my will
Controlling my affections,
Moulding my understanding;
To adhere strictly to the rules of true religion,
Not departing from them in any instance,
Nor for any advantage in order to escape evil,
Inconvenience or danger.
Take me to the cross to seek glory from its infamy;
Strip me of every pleasing pretense of righteousness by my own doings.
O gracious redeemer,
I have neglected thee too long,
Often crucified thee,
Crucified thee afresh by my impenitence,
Put thee to open shame.
I thank thee for the patience that has borne with me so long,
And for the grace that now makes me willing to be thine.
O unite me to thyself with inseparable bonds,
That nothing may ever draw me back from thee, my Lord, my Saviour.
May they Spirit speak in me that I may speak to thee.
I have no merit, let the merit of Jesus stand for me.
I am undeserving, but I look to thy tender mercy.
I am full of infirmities, wants, sin; thou art full of grace.
I confess my sin, my frequent sin, my wilful sin;
All my powers of body and soul are deviled:
A fountain of pollution is deep within my nature.
There are chambers of foul images within my being;
I have gone from one odious room to another,
Walked in a no-man’s-land of dangerous imaginations,
Pried into the secrets of my fallen nature.
I am utterly ashamed that I am what I am in myself;
I have no green shoot in me nor fruit, but thorns and thistles;
I am a fading leaf that the wind drives away;
I live bare and barren as a winter tree,
Unprofitable, fit to be hewn down and burnt.
Lord, dost thou have mercy on me?
Thou has struck a heavy blow at my pride,
At the false god of self,
And I lie in pieces before thee.
But thou hast given me another master and lord, thy Son, Jesus,
And now my heart is turned towards holiness,
My life speeds as an arrow from a bow
Towards complete obedience to thee.
Help me in all my doings to put down sin and to humble pride.
Save me from the love of the world and the pride of life,
From everything that is natural to fallen man,
And let Christ’s nature be seen in me day by day.
Grant me grace to bear thy will without repining, and delight to be
not only chiseled, squared, or fashioned,
But separated from the old brick where i have been embedded so long,
And lifted from the quarry to the upper air,
Where I may be built in Christ forever.