I depend wholly upon thee,

     wean me from all other dependences.

Thou art my all, thou dost overrule all

     and delight in me.

Thou art the foundation of goodness,

   how can I distrust thee?

   how be anxious about what happens to me?

In the light of thy preciousness

   the world and all its enjoyments are

     infinitely poor:

I value the favour of men no more than pebbles.

Amid the blessings I receive from thee

     may I never lose the heart of a stranger.

May I love thee, my Benefactor, in all my benefits,

   not forgetting that my greatest danger

     arises from my advantages.

Produce in me self-despair that will

   make Jesus precious to me,

     delightful in all his offices,

     pleasurable in all his ways,

   and may I love his commands

     as well as his promises.

Help me to discern between true and false love,

   the one consisting of supreme love to thee,

     the other not,

   the former uniting thy glory and man’s happiness

     that they may become one common interest,

   the latter disjointing and separating them both,

     seeking the latter with neglect of the former.

Teach me that genuine love is different in kind

   from that wrought by rational arguments

     or the motive of self-interest,

   that such love is a pleasing passion affording

     joy to the mind where it is.

Grant me grace to distinguish

     between the genuine and the false,

       and to rest in thee who art all love.