Wesley Collected Works Vol 11
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | treatise |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-wesley-collected-works-vol-11-254 |
| Words | 389 |
Bless all my kindred, especially my father and mother, my
brothers and sisters, and all my friends and benefactors
( ). Turn the hearts of my enemies; ( ) forgive
them and me all our sins, and grant that we, and all the
members of thy holy Church, may find mercy in the dreadful
day of judgment, through the mediation and satisfaction of
thy blessed Son Jesus Christ; to whom, with thee and the
Holy Ghost the Comforter, be all honour, praise, and
thanksgiving, in all the Churches of the saints for ever. O Thou who dwellest in the light which no man can
approach, in whose presence there is no night, in the light of
whose countenance there is perpetual day; I, thy sinful
servant, whom thou hast preserved this night, who live by
thy power this day, bless and glorify thee for the defence of
thy almighty providence, ( ) and humbly pray thee, that
this, and all my days, may be wholly devoted to thy service. Send thy Holy Spirit to be the guide of all my ways, and
the sanctifier of my soul and body. Save, defend, and build
me up in thy fear and love; give unto me the light of thy
countenance, peace from heaven, and the salvation of my
soul in the day of the Lord Jesus. O thou who art “the Way, the Truth, and the Life,” thou
hast said no man can follow thee, unless he renounce himself. I know, O Saviour, that thou hast laid nothing upon us but
what the design of thy love made necessary for us. Thou
sawest our disease, our idolatrous self-love, whereby we fell
away from God, to be as gods ourselves, to please ourselves,
and to do our own will. Lo, I come ! May I ever renounce
my own, and do thy blessed will in all things
I know, O God, thou didst empty thyself of thy eternal
glory, and tookest upon thee “the form of a servant.” Thou
who madest all men to serve and please thee, didst not please
thyself, but wast the servant of all. Thou, O Lord of the hosts
of heaven and earth, didst yield thy cheeks to be smitten,
thy back to be scourged, and thy hands and feet to be nailed
to an accursed tree.