O my Saviour,
Help me.
I am so slow to learn,
so prone to forget,
so weak to climb;
I am in the
foothills when I should be
on the heights;
I am pained by my
graceless heart,
my prayerless days,
my poverty of love,
my sloth in the heavenly race,
my sullied conscience,
my wasted hours,
my unspent opportunities.
I am blind while
light shines around me:
take the scales from my eyes,
grind to dust the evil heart of
unbelief.
Make it my chiefest
joy to study thee,
meditate on thee,
gaze on thee,
sit like Mary at thy feet,
lean like John on thy breast,
appeal like Peter to thy love,
count like Paul all things dung.
Give me increase and
progress in grace
so that there may be
more decision in my character,
more vigour in my purposes,
more elevation in my life,
more fervour in my devotion,
more constancy in my zeal.
As I have a position
in the world,
keep me from making the world my
position;
May I never seek in
the creature
what can be found only in the
Creator;
Let not faith cease
from seeking thee
until it vanishes into sight.
Ride forth in me,
thou King of kings
and Lord of lords,
that I may live victoriously,
and in victory attain
my end.