This Puritan prayer is one of a contrite heart, a heart that cries out with longing to its Savior, wanting to love and live only for its Lord. It contains a beautiful yet disgusting contrast between us and our Redeemer, which should spur us on to love and live for the One who has died for us, an incomprehensible act in and of itself. I hope you are encouraged to live today for your Savior, as I was after reading this.
Just a thought: how many of us pour out our hearts to our Father on a regular basis like this? If we were to do so, our walks with the Lord would be much deeper as a result, as the frequency of our “backslidings” would decrease. J.C. Ryle said, “What is the cause of most backslidings? I believe, as a general rule, one of the chief causes is neglect of private prayer.”
O Lover to the uttermost,
May I read the meltings of thy heart to me
in the manger of thy birth,
in the garden of thy agony,
in the cross of thy suffering,
in the tomb of thy resurrection,
in he heaven of thy intercession.
Bold in this thought I defy my adversary,
tread down his temptations,
resist his schemings,
renounce the world,
am valiant for truth.
Deepen in me a sense of my holy relationship to thee,
as spiritual Bridegroom,
as Jehovah’s Fellow,
as sinner’s Friend.
I think of thy glory and my vileness,
thy majesty and my meanness,
thy beauty and my deformity,
thy purity and my filth,
thy righteousness and my iniquity.
Thou hast loved me everlastingly, unchangeably,
may I love thee as I am loved;
Thou hast given thyself for me,
may I give myself to thee;
Thou hast died for me,
may I live to thee,
in every moment of my time,
in every movement of my mind,
in every pulse of my heart.
May I never dally with the world
and its allurements,
but walk by thy side,
listen to thy voice,
be clothed with thy graces,
and adorned with thy righteousness.