A book I’ve come to much enjoy is Piercing Heaven, which shares favorite prayers from the Puritans (and a few others). Many of the prayers are ones I’ve been able to pray myself. This example comes from the pen of Robert Hawker.
Precious Jesus, you are the Source, the Fountain, the Author, the Finisher of all.
“Oh the depths of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are your judgments, and your ways past finding out.”
What was the day, the ever-blessed, ever-to-be-remembered day, when you—who commanded the light to shine out of darkness—shone in upon my heart?
And when did Jesus, the day-dawn and the day-star, arise to give us “the light of the knowledge of the glory of the Lord, in the face of Jesus Christ?”
Glorious light and life of my soul! Continue your sweet influence, morning by morning, at dawn, and during the evening star of your grace. Continue until, after many wintry days of my blindness, ignorance, and senseless state, you renew me in the precious discoveries of your love.
By this I am carried through all the twilight of this poor dying state of things
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