Treatise Collection Of Forms Of Prayer
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | treatise |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-treatise-collection-of-forms-of-prayer-035 |
| Words | 378 |
And by thy infinite
mercies, vouchsafe to bring us, with those that are dead in
thee, to rejoice together before thee, through the merits of our
Lord Jesus Christ; to whom, with thee and the Holy Ghost,
the blessed and only Potentate, the King of kings, and Lord
of lords, be honour and power everlasting. O GoD, thon great Creator and Sovereign Lord of heaven
and earth, thou Father of angels and men, thou Giver of life
and Protector of all thy creatures, mercifully accept this my
morning sacrifice of praise and thanksgiving, which I desire to
offer, with all humility, to thy divine Majesty. “Thou art
praised, O Lord, by all thy works,” and magnified by every
thing which thou hast created. The sum rejoiceth to run his
course, that he may set forth thy praise who madest him. Nor
do the moon and stars refrain to manifest thy glory, even
amidst the silent night. The earth breathes forth each day
perfumes, as incense to thee, her sacred King, who hast crowned
her with herbs and trees, and beautified her with hills and
dales. The deep uttereth his voice, and lifteth up his hands
on high to thee, the great Creator, the universal King, the
everlasting God. The floods clap their hands, and the hills
are joyful together before thee; the fruitful vales rejoice and
sing thy praise. Thou feedest the innumerable multitude of
animals which thou hast created: “These all wait upon thee,
and thou givest them their meat in due season.” Thou
madest light for our comfort, and broughtest forth darkness
out of thy treasures to overshadow the earth, that the living
creatures of it might take their rest. “The fire and hail, snow
and vapour, wind and storm, fulfil thy word,” and manifest
thy glory. Inanimate things declare thee, O Lord of life; and
irrational animals demonstrate their wise Creator. Amidst
this universal jubilee of nature, suffer not, I beseech thee,
the sons of men to be silent; but let the noblest work of thy
creation pay thee the noblest sacrifice of praise. O pour thy
grace into my heart, that I may worthily magnify thy great
and glorious name. Thou hast made me and sent me into
the world to do thy work.