The Valley of Vision

𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱

O Lord God, who inhabitest eternity,
The heavens declare thy glory,
The earth thy riches,
The universe is thy temple;
Thy presence fills immensity,
Yet thou hast of thy pleasure created life, and communicated happiness;
Thou hast made me what I am, and given me what I have;
In thee I live and move and have my being;
Thy providence has set the bounds of my habitation,
    and wisely administers all my affairs.
I thank thee for thy riches to me in Jesus,
                     for the unclouded revelation of him in thy word,
                          where I behold his person, character, grace, glory,
                          humiliation, sufferings, death, and resurrection;
Give me to feel a need of his continual saviourhood,
    and cry with Job, "I am vile,"
                 with Peter, "I perish,"
                 with the publican, "Be merciful to me, a sinner."
Subdue in me the love of sin,
Let me know the need of renovation as well as of forgiveness,
    in order to serve and enjoy thee for ever.
I come to thee in the all-prevailing name of Jesus,
     with nothing of my own to plead,
     no works, no worthiness, no promises.
I am often straying,
         often knowingly opposing thy authority,
         often abusing thy goodness;
Much of my guilt arises from my religious privileges,
     my low estimation of them,
     my failure to use them to my advantage,
But I am not careless of thy favour or regardless of thy glory;
Impress me deeply with a sense of thine omnipresence,
     that thou art about my path, my ways, my lying down, my end.