The Saviour

Thou God of all Grace, 

Thou hast given me a Saviour,

produce in me a faith to live by him, to make him all my desire,

all my hope, all my glory.

May I enter him as my refuge, build on him my foundation,

walk in him as my way, follow him as my guide,

conform to him as my example, 

receive his instructions as my prophet, 

rely on his intercession as my high priest, 

obey him as my king.

May I never be ashamed of him or his words, 

but joyfully bear his reproach,

never displease him by unholy or imprudent conduct,

never count it a glory if I take it patiently when buffeted for a fault,

never make the multitude my model,

never delay when thy Word invites me to advance.

May the dear Son preserve me from this present evil world,

so that its smiles never allure, nor its frowns terrify,

nor its vices defile, nor its errors delude me.

May I feel that I am a stranger and a pilgrim on earth,

declaring plainly that I seek a country, 

my title to it becoming daily more clear, 

my meetness for it more perfect,

my foretastes of it more abundant;

and whatsoever I do may it be done

in the Saviour’s name.

From The Valley of Vision, Puritan Prayers and Devotions, p.78-79