Oh Our Lord
Lord I Need You
Death in His Grave
O Praise the Name
Father of Mercies,
Hear me for Jesus’ sake.
I am sinful even in my closest walk
it is of your mercy I died not long ago;
your grace has given me faith in the cross
by which you have reconciled yourself to me
and me to you,
drawing me by your great love,
reckoning me as innocent in Christ though
guilty in myself.
Giver of all graces,
I look to you for strength to maintain them in me,
for it is hard to practice what I believe.
Strengthen me against temptations.
My heart is an unexhausted fountain of sin,
a river of corruption since childhood days,
flowing on in every pattern of behavior;
You have disarmed me of the means
in which I trusted,
and I have no strength but in you.
You alone can hold back my evil ways,
but without your grace to sustain me I fall.
Satan’s darts quickly inflame me,
and the shield that should quench them
easily drops from my hand:
Empower me against his wiles and assaults.
Keep me sensible of my weakness,
and of my dependence upon your strength.
Let every trial teach me more of your peace,
more of your love.
Your Holy Spirit is given to increase your graces,
and I cannot preserve or improve them
unless he works continually in me.
May he confirm my trust in your promised help,
and let me walk humbly in dependence
for Jesus’ sake.
(“Grace in Trials,” Valley of Vision pg. 310)