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HEART CORRUPTIONS

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HEART CORRUPTIONS

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O GOD,
May Thy Spirit speak in me that I may speak to Thee.
1 have no merit, let the merit of Jesus stand for me.
I am undeserving, but I look to Thy tender mercy.
I am full of infirmities, wants, sin; Thou art full of grace.
I confess my sin, my frequent sin, my wilful sin;
All my powers of body and soul are defiled:
A fountain of pollution is deep within my nature.
There are chambers of foul images within my being;

I have gone from one odious room to another,
walked in a no-man’s-land of dangerous imaginations,
pried into the secrets of my fallen nature.

I am utterly ashamed that I am what I am in myself;
I have no green shoot in me nor fruit, but thorns and thistles;
I am a fading leaf that the wind drives away;

I live bare and barren as a winter tree,
unprofitable, fit to be hewn down and burnt.

Lord, dost Thou have mercy on me?
Thou hast struck a heavy blow at my pride,
at the false god of self,
and I lie in pieces before Thee.

But Thou hast given me another master and lord, Thy Son, Jesus,
and now my heart is turned towards holiness,
my life speeds as an arrow from a bow
towards complete obedience to Thee.

Help me in all my doings to put down sin and to humble pride.
Save me from the love of the world and the pride of life,
from everything that is natural to fallen man,
and let Christ’s nature be seen in me day by day.

Grant me grace to bear Thy will without repining, and delight to be
not only chiselled, squared, or fashioned,
but separated from the old rock where I have been embedded so long,
and lifted from the quarry to the upper air,
where I may be built in Christ for ever.

— Puritan poem from

“Valley of Vision”

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Bekijk de hele uitgave van donderdag 1 februari 1990

The Banner of Truth | 28 Pagina's

HEART CORRUPTIONS

Bekijk de hele uitgave van donderdag 1 februari 1990

The Banner of Truth | 28 Pagina's