I often share Puritan prayers on Sundays. This week, though, it seemed appropriate to post a prayer for the Lord’s Day Eve—Saturday night. I often find myself telling young people that, if they wish to make Sunday a meaningful day of worship and fellowship, they need to plan ahead and not stay up until 3 in the morning. A prayer like this, I think, helps orient the heart toward the day to come.
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Another week has gone and I have been preserved
in my going out,
in my coming in.
Thine has been the vigilance that has turned threatened evils aside;
thine the supplies that have nourished me;
Thine the comforts that have indulged me;
Thine the relations and friends that have delighted me;
Thine the means of grace which have edified me;
Thine the Book, which, amidst all my enjoyments, has told me that this is not my rest,
that in all successes one thing alone is needful, to love my Saviour.
Nothing can equal the number of they mercies but my imperfections and sins.
These, O God, I will neither conceal nor palliate, but confess with a broken heart.
In what condition would secret reviews of my life leave me
were it not for the assurance that with thee there is plenteous redemption,
that thou art a forgiving God,
that thou mayest be feared!
While I hope for pardon through the blood of the cross,
I pray to be clothed with humility,
to be quickened in thy way,
to be more devoted to thee,
to keep the end of my life in view,
to be cured of the folly of delay and indecision,
to know how frail I am,
to number my days and apply my heart unto wisdom.



Comments (6) »
1. Rebecca
July 12, 2009
12:36 AM
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
2. Christina
July 12, 2009
4:11 PM
So beautiful. Thanks for posting these Puritan poems. I am so blessed by them.
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July 12, 2009
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4. Richard Campeau
July 12, 2009
8:41 PM
A wonderful prayer. Amen to all but one line
Nothing can equal the number of they mercies but my imperfections and sins.
Thank God that part’s not true. The number of His mercies is far greater than the number of my sins. Where sin abounds grace much more abounds.
5. Liz
July 13, 2009
8:57 AM
Very inspiring prayer. I think it is made more powerful by the King James-type words (thine, thee, thou, mayest, unto), which set the message apart from everyday information.
6. Steve Madden
July 13, 2009
12:44 PM
Here’s a poem by robert burns that speaks to this very same preparedness:
http://robertburnsfederation.co.uk/poems/translations/470.htm