THE CHOSEN PLEASURE-GROUND OF
OUR SOULS by Henry Law O God of Patience and Consolation,
Glory be to You, For this Throne of Grace. Make it ever to us
The Chosen Pleasure-Ground of our Souls. May it be the Fortress
to which continually we flee, Here, may we obtain mercy and
find grace to help in time of need. Here, may we see by faith
your reconciled smile. Here, may we rejoice to plead
the name of Jesus. Here, may we sharpen the sword
of the Spirit, anoint the shield of faith, and put on the helmet
of salvation. By prayer also, may we gather
supplies of heavenly manna, even the precious nourishment of Your
Word. Thus may we be strengthened for
each conflict, nerved for our upward race, and empowered for
more than conquest over every foe. We know that Christ is the
open channel for all blessings to descend upon us. help us to
beg, until the sluices of mercy widely open, and our souls are
so replenished that there shall be no room to receive more. We marvel at our cruel folly,
that when such enriching favours are within our reach, that we
are so slow to extend the hand to take them. Compassionate our
deadness for your great name's sake. Quicken us, arouse us,
stir us up, fill us with holy zeal, put strength into us that
we may strive with you and refuse to let you go. It is your glory
to be vanquished by the power of prayer. May your spirit within
us rest all blessings from your yielding hands.