Wesley Corpus

Heal, O Father of mercies, all my infirmities, (-) strengthen me against all my follies; forgive me all my sins, ( ) and let them not cry louder in thine ears for vengeance, than my prayers for mercy and forgiveness. Oblessed Lord, enable me to fulfil thy commands, and com mand what thou wilt. Othou Saviour of all that trust in thee, do with me what seemeth best in thine own eyes; only give me the mind which was in thee; let me learn of thee to be meek and lowly. Pour into me the whole spirit of humility; fill, I beseech thee, every part of my soul with it, and make it the constant, ruling habit of my mind, that all my other tempers may arise from it; that I may have no thoughts, no desires, no designs, but such as are the true fruit of a lowly spirit. Grant that I may think of myself as I ought to think, that I may “know myself, even as I am known.” Hercin may I exercise myself continually, when I lie down and when I rise up, that I may always appear poor, and little, and mean, and base, and vile in mine own eyes. O convince me that “I have neither learned wisdom, nor have the know ledge of the holy.” Give me a lively sense that I am nothing, that I have nothing, and that I can do nothing. Enable me to feel that I am all ignorance and error, weakness and uncleanness, sin and misery; that I am not worthy of the air I breathe, the earth I tread upon, or the sun that shines upon me. And let me be fully content when all other men think of me as I do of myself. O save me from either desiring or seeking the honour that cometh of men. Convince me that the words of praise, “when smoother than oil,” then especially “are very swords.” Give me to dread them more than the “poison of asps,” or “the pestilence that walketh in darkness.” And when these cords of pride, these snares of death, do overtake me, suffer me not to take any pleasure in them, but enable me instantly to flee unto thee, O Lord, and to complain unto my God.