When clouds of darkness, atheism, and

         unbelief come to me,

I see thy purpose of love

   in withdrawing the Spirit that I might prize

     him more,

   in chastening me for my confidence in

     past successes, that my wound of secret

       godlessness might be cured.

Help me to humble myself before thee

   by seeing the vanity of honour

     as a conceit of men’s minds,

     as standing between me and thee;

   by seeing that thy will must alone be done,

     as much in denying as in giving

       spiritual enjoyments;

   by seeing that my heart is nothing but evil,

     mind, mouth, life void of thee;

   by seeing that sin and Satan are allowed power

     in me that I might know my sin, be humbled,

       and gain strength thereby;

   by seeing that unbelief shuts thee from me,

     so that I sense not thy majesty, power, mercy,

       or love.

Then possess me, for thou only art good

   and worthy.

Thou dost not play in convincing me of sin,

Satan did not play in tempting me to it,

I do not play when I sink in deep mire,

   for sin is no game, no toy, no bauble;

Let me never forget that the heinousness of sin lies

   not so much in the nature of the sin committed,

   as in the greatness of the Person sinned against.

When I am afraid of evils to come, comfort me,

     by showing me

   that in myself I am a dying, condemned wretch,

   but that in Christ I am reconciled, made alive,

     and satisfied;

   that I am feeble and unable to do any good,

   but that in him I can do all things;

   that what I now have in Christ is mine in part,

   but shortly I shall have it perfectly in heaven.