Ten thousand snares are mine without and within,
Defend thou me;
When sloth and indolence seize me,
Give me views of heaven;
When sinners entice me,
Give me disrelish of their ways;
When sensual pleasures tempt me,
Purify and refine me;
When I desire worldly possessions,
Help me to be rich toward thee;
When the vanities of the world ensnare me,
Let me not plunge into new guilt and ruin.
May I remember the dignity of my spiritual release,
Never to be too busy to attend to my soul,
Never to be so engrossed with time
That I neglect the things of eternity;
Thus may I not only live, but grow towards thee.
Form my mind to right notions of religion,
That I may not judge of grace by wrong conceptions,
Nor measure my spiritual advances by the efforts of my natural being.
May I seek after an increase of divine love to thee,
After unreserved resignation to thy will,
After extensive benevolence to my fellow creatures,
After patience and fortitude of soul,
After a heavenly disposition
After a concern that I may please thee in public and private.
Draw on my soul the lineaments of Christ,
In every trace and feature of which thou wilt take delight,
for I am Thy workmanship, created in Christ Jesus,
Thy letter written with the Holy Spirit’s pen,
Thy tilled soil ready for the sowing, then harvest.
Copied from “The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions,” page 60.