O LORD,

I marvel that you would become incarnate,
be crucified, dead, and buried.
The grave calls forth my adoring wonder,
for it is empty and Your are risen;
the gospels attest to it,
the living witnesses prove it,
my heart’s experience knows it.

Grant that I may die with You that I may rise to new life,
for I wish to be as dead and buried to sin,
to selfishness, to the world;
that I might not hear the voice of the charmer,
and might be delivered from his lusts.  

O Lord, there is much ill about me — crucify it,
much flesh within me — mortify it. 

Cleanse me from selfishness,
the fear of man, the love of approval,
the shame of  being thought of old-fashioned,
the desire to be cultivated or modern.

Let me reckon my old life dead because of the crucifixion,
and never feed it as a living thing.

Grant me to stand with my dying Saviour,
to be content to be rejected,
and to be willing to take up unpopular truths,
and to hold fast despised teachings until death.

Help me to be resolute and Christ-contained.

Never let me wander from the path of obedience to Your will.  

Strengthen me for the battles ahead.

Give me courage for all the trials, and grace for all the joys.

Help me to be a holy, happy person, flee from every wrong desire,
from everything contrary to Your mind.

Grant me more and more of the resurrection life:
may it rule me,
may I walk in its power,
and be strengthened through its influence.

~from Valley of Vision, p. 172

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