Author of all created being and happiness,

              I adore thee for making man capable

              of religion,

   that he may be taught to say:

     ‘Where is God, my Maker, who giveth

       songs in the night?’

But degeneracy has spread over our

     human race,

   turning glory into shame,

   rendering us forgetful of thee.

We know it is thy power alone

   that can recall wandering children,

   can impress on them a sense of divine things,

   and can render that sense lasting and effectual;

From thee proceed all good purposes and desires,

   and the diffusing of piety and happiness.

Thou hast knowledge of my soul’s secret

     principles,

   and art aware of my desire to spread the gospel.

Make me an almoner to give thy

   bounties to the indigent,

   comfort to the mentally ill,

   restoration to the sin-diseased,

   hope to the despairing,

   joy to the sorrowing,

   love to the prodigals.

Blow away the ashes of unbelief by

     thy Spirit’s breath

   and give me light, fire, and warmth of love.

I need spiritual comforts

   that are gentle, peaceful, mild, refreshing,

   that will melt me into conscious lowliness

     before thee,

   that will make me feel and rest in thee

     as my All.

Fill the garden of my soul with the wind of love,

   that the scents of the Christian life may be

     wafted to others;

   then come and gather fruits to thy glory.

So shall I fulfil the great end of my being –

   to glorify thee and be a blessing to men.