O Lord God,
Thou art my protecting arm,
fortress, refuge, shield, buckler.
Fight for me and my foes must flee;
Uphold me and I cannot fall;
Strengthen me and I stand unmoved, unmovable;
Equip me and I shall receive no wound;
Stand by me and Satan will depart;
Anoint my lips with a song of salvation
and I shall shout
thy victory;
Give me an abhorrence all evil,
as a vile monster
that
defies thy law, cast off thy yoke,
defiles my
nature, spreads misery.
Teach me to look to Jesus on his cross
and so to know sins loathsomeness in thy sight.
There is no pardon but through thy Son's death,
no cleansing but
in his precious blood,
no atonement but his to expiate evil.
Show me the shame, the agony, the bruises
of incarnate
God,
that I may read
boundless guilt in the
boundless price;
May I discern the deadly viper in its real malignity,
tear it with
holy indignation from my breast,
resolutely turn
from its evil snare,
refuse to hold polluting dalliance with it.
Blessed Lord Jesus, at thy cross
may I be taught
the awful miseries from which
I am saved,
ponder what the
word 'lost' implies,
see the fires of
internal destruction;
Then may I cling more closely to thy broken self,
adhere to thee
with firmer faith,
be devoted to thee
with total being,
detest sin as strongly
as they love to me
is strong,
And may holiness be the atmosphere
in which I live.
From The Valley of Vision pages 182-183
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