A Monday-Morning Prayer

​Gracious Lord,
Your name is love,
in love receive my prayer.
My sins are more than the wide sea's sand,
but where sin abounds,
there is grace more abundant.
Look to the cross of you beloved Son,
and view the preciousness of his atoning blood;
listen to his never-failing intercession,
and whisper to my heart, "Your sins are forgiven,
be of good cheer, lie down in peace."
Grace cataracts from heaven adn flows for ever,
and mercy never wearies in bestowing benefits.
Grant me more and more
to prize the privilege of prayer,
to come to thee as a sin-soiled sinner,
to find parden in you,
to converse with you;
to know you in prayer as
the path in which my feet tread,
the latch upon the door of my lips,
the light that shines through my eyes,
the music of my ears,
the marrow of my understanding,
the strength of my will
the power of my affection,
the sweetness of my memory.
May the matter of my prayer be always
wise, humble, submissive,
obedient, scriptural, Christ-like.
Give me unwavering faith
that supplications are never in vain,
that if I seem not to obtain my petitions
I shall have larger, richer answers,
surpassing all that I ask or think.
Unsought, you have given me
the greatest gift, the person of your Son,
and in him you will give me all I need.