O my forgetful soul,

A wake from thy wandering dream;

turn from chasing vanities,

look inward, forward, upward,

view thyself,

reflect upon thyself,

who and what thou art, why here,

what thou must soon be.

Thou art a creature of God,

formed and furnished by him,

lodged in a body like a shepherd in his tent;

Dost thou not desire to know God’s ways?

 

O God,

Thou injured, neglected, provoked Benefactor

when I think upon thy greatness and thy goodness

I am ashamed at my insensibility,

I blush to lift up my face,

for I have foolishly erred.

Shall I go on neglecting thee,

when every one of thy rational creatures

should love thee,

and take every care to please thee?

I confess that thou hast not been in all my thoughts,

that the knowledge of thyself as the end of

my being has been strangely overlooked,

that I have never seriously considered

my heart-need.

But although my mind is perplexed and divided,

my nature perverse,

yet my secret dispositions still desire thee.

Let me not delay to come to thee;

Break the fatal enchantment that binds

my evil affections,

and bring me to a happy mind that rests in thee,

for thou hast made me and canst not forget me.

Let thy Spirit teach me the vital lessons of Christ,

for I am slow to learn;

And hear thou my broken cries.

 

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