When I hear of disagreeable things amongst

           Christians,

   it brings an additional weight and burden

     on my spirit;

I come to thee in my distress and make lamentable

   complaint;

Teach me how to take reproofs from friends,

   even though I think I do not deserve them;

Use them to make me tenderly afraid of sin,

   more jealous over myself,

   more concerned to keep heart and life

      unblameable;

Cause them to help me

   to reflect on my want of spirituality,

   to abhor myself,

   to look upon myself as unworthy,

   and make them beneficial to my soul.

May all thy people know how little, mean,

     and vile I am,

   that they may see I am nothing,

   less than nothing,

   to be accounted nothing,

   that so they may pray for me aright,

   and have not the least dependence upon me.

It is sweet to be nothing and have nothing,

   and to be fed with crumbs from thy hands.

Blessed be thy Name for anything that life brings.

How do poor souls live who have not thee,

   or when helpless have no God to go to,

   who feel not the constraining force of thy love,

   and the sweetness of communion?

O how admirably dost thou captivate the soul,

   making all desires and affections centre on thee!

Give me such vivacity in religion,

   that I may be able to take all reproofs

     from other men

   as from thy hands,

   and glorify thee for them

   from a sense of thy beneficent love

   and of my need to have my pride destroyed.