This puritan prayer spoke volumes to me when I read it. It is so perfect, it is my hearts cry to know and remember that in Him I have so much even heaven has nothing better to offer.
O Source of All Good,
What shal I render to thee for the Gift of gifts,
thine own dear Son, begotten, not created,
my redeemer, proxy, surety, substitute,
his self-emptying incomprehensible,
his infinity of love beyond the hearts grasp.
Herein is wonder of wonders:
he came below to raise me above,
was born like me that I might become like him.
Herein is love:
when I cannot rise to him he draws near to me on wings of grace,
to raise me to himself.
Herein is power:
when Deity and humanity were infinietly apart
he untied them in dissoluble unity, the uncreate and the created.
Herein is wisdom:
when I was undone, with no will to return to him,
and no intellect to devise recover,
he came, God-incarnet, to same me to the uttermost,
as man to die my death,
to shed satisfying blood on my behalf,
to work out a perfect righteousness for me.
O God, take me in spirit to the watchful shephers, and
enlarge my mind;
let me hear good tidings of great joy,
and hearing, believe, rejoice, praise, adore,
my conscience bathed in an ocean of repose,
my eyes uplifted to a reconciled Father;
place me with ox, ass, camel, goat,
to look with them upon my redeemer's face,
and in him account myself delivered from sin;
let me with Simeon clasp the new-born child to my heart,
embrace him with undying faith,
exulting that he is mine and I am his.
In him thou hast given me so much that heaven can give no more.
Merry CHRISTmas!
