A Prayer of Basil the Great

O God and Lord of the Powers, and Maker of all creation, Who, because of Thy clemency and incomparable mercy, didst send Thine Only-Begotten Son and our Lord Jesus Christ for the salvation of mankind, and with His venerable Cross didst tear asunder the record of our sins, and thereby didst conquer the rulers and powers of darkness;

Receive from us sinful people, O merciful Master, these prayers of gratitude and supplication, and deliver us from every destructive and gloomy transgression, and from all visible and invisible enemies who seek to injure us.

Nail down our flesh with fear of Thee, and let not our hearts be inclined to words or thoughts of evil, but pierce our souls with Thy love, that ever contemplating Thee, being enlightened by Thee, and discerning Thee, the unapproachable and everlasting Light, we may unceasingly render confession and gratitude to Thee: The eternal Father, with Thine Only-Begotten Son, and with Thine All-Holy, Gracious, and Life-Giving Spirit, now and ever, and unto ages of ages.

Amen

Lord’s Day Eve

from the Valley of Vision

God of the passing hour,
Another week has gone and I have been preserved
in my going out,
in my coming in.
Thine has been the vigilance that has turned
threatened evils aside;
Thine the supplies that have nourished me;

Thine the comforts that have indulged me;
Thine the relations and friends that have
delighted me;

Thine the means of grace which have edified me;
Thine the Book, which, amidst all my enjoyments,
has told me that this is not my rest,
that in all successes one thing alone is needful,
to love my Savior
Nothing can equal the number of thy mercies
but my imperfections and sins.
These, O God, I will neither conceal nor palliate,
but confess with a broken heart.
In what condition would secret reviews
of my life leave me
were it not for the assurance that with thee
there is plenteous redemption,
that thou art a forgiving God,
that thou mayest be feared!
While I hope for pardon through the blood
of the cross,
I pray to be clothed with humility,
to be quickened in thy way,
to be more devoted to thee,
to keep the end of my life in view,
to be cured of the folly of delay and indecision,
to know how frail I am,
to number my days and apply my heart
unto wisdom.

Deeper Repentance

from The Valley of Vision:

Lord Jesus, give me a deeper repentance, a horror of sin, a dread of its approach. Help me chastely to flee it and jealously to resolve that my heart shall be Thine alone.

Give me a deeper trust, that I may lose myself to find myself in Thee, the ground of my rest, the spring of my being. Give me a deeper knowledge of Thyself as saviour, master, lord, and king. Give me deeper power in private prayer, more sweetness in Thy Word, more steadfast grip on its truth. Give me deeper holiness in speech, thought, action, and let me not seek moral virtue apart from Thee.

Plough deep in me, great Lord, heavenly husbandman, that my being may be a tilled field, the roots of grace spreading far and wide, until Thou alone art seen in me, Thy beauty golden like summer harvest, Thy fruitfulness as autumn plenty.

I have no master but Thee, no law but Thy will, no delight but Thyself, no wealth but that Thou givest, no good but that Thou blessest, no peace but that Thou bestowest. I am nothing but that Thou makest me. I have nothing but that I receive from Thee. I can be nothing but that grace adorns me. Quarry me deep, dear Lord, and then fill me to overflowing with living water.

Prayer: Faith

David McIntyre:
Once more, it is necessary that when we draw near to God we should come in faith: “Pray to thy Father.” “When we pray say, Our Father.” “Fear not, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom” (Luke 12:32). “Your Father knoweth what things ye have need of” (Matt. 6:8). “The Father Himself loveth you” (John 16:27). The whole philosophy of prayer is contained in words like these. “This word ‘Father,’” writes Luther, “hath overcome God.”

(a) Let it be once admitted that with God, no miracle is impossible. Let it be acknowledged that He is the rewarder of them that diligently seek Him, no true prayer will remain unblessed. But faith in God is by no means a light or trivial thing. Robert Bruce of Edinburgh used sometimes to pause in his preaching, and, bending over the pulpit, say with much solemnity, “I think it’s a great matter to believe there is a God.” Once he confessed that during three years he had never said, “My God,” without being “challenged and disquieted for the same.” “These words, ‘My God,’” said Ebenezer Erskine, “are the marrow of the Gospel.” To be able to hold the living God within our feeble grasp, and say with assurance, “God, even our own God, shall bless us” (Psa. 67:6), demands a faith which is not of nature’s birth.

But it is comforting to remember that even a feeble faith prevails to overcome. “Is it not a wonder,” says Robert Blair, “that our words in prayer, which almost die in the coming out of our lips, should climb so well as to go into heaven?” It is indeed a wonder, but all the doings of God in grace are wondrous. Like the miner, whose trained eye detects the glitter of the precious metal sown in sparse flakes through the coarse grain of the rocks, He observes the rare but costly faith which lies imbedded in our unbelief. Standing somewhere on the slopes of that goodly mountain Hermon, our Lord said to His disciples, “If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, remove hence to yonder place, and it shall remove: and nothing shall be impossible unto you” (Matt. 17:20). The mountain which the word of faith was to pluck up and cast into the sea was the immeasurable mass which fills the horizon to the north of Palestine, whose roots run under the whole land of Immanuel, whose dews refresh the city of God.

“Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees,
And looks to that alone;
Laughs at impossibilities,
And cries, It shall be done.”

When the pilgrims came to the Delectable Mountains, the shepherds showed them a man standing on Mount Marvel who “tumbled the hills about with words.” That man was the son of one Mr. Great Grace, the King’s champion, and he was set there “to teach pilgrims to believe down, or to tumble out of their ways what difficulties they should meet with, by faith.”

(b) But this God who is ours is our Father. Our Lord confers on us His own rights and privileges. He puts into our hand the master-key, which unlocks all the doors of the treasury of God. “For however many be the promises of God, in Him is the yea: wherefore also through Him is the Amen” (2 Cor. 1:20, R.V.). In Him we draw nigh to God. In Him we plead with boldness our requests. Ralph Erskine tells us that, on a certain Sabbath evening, he had unusual liberty in prayer through the name of the Lord Jesus; “I was helped to pray in secret with an outpouring of the soul before the Lord, owning my claim to the promise, my claim to pardon, my claim to grace, my claim to daily bread, my claim to a comfortable life, my claim to a stingless death, my claim to a glorious resurrection, and my claim to everlasting life and happiness: to be, only, only in Christ, and in God through Him as a promising God.”

When we pray to our Father we offer our prayers in the name of Jesus with His authority. We must not think, however, that the name of Jesus may be used by us as we like. God can in no wise deal with His children as Ahasuerus dealt with Mordecai when he handed him the great seal with the words, “Write as you like, in the king’s name, and seal it with the king’s ring: for the writing which is written in the king’s name, and sealed with the king’s ring, may no man reverse” (Esther 8:8). John Bunyan shows his accustomed spiritual discernment when, in his Holy War, he discourses of the petitions which the men of Mansoul sent to Emmanuel, to none of which did He return any answer. After a time “they agreed together to draw up yet another petition, and to send it away to Emmanuel for relief. But Mr. Godly-Fear stood up, and answered that he knew his Lord, the Prince, never did, nor ever would, receive a petition for these matters from the hand of any unless the Lord Secretary’s hand was to it. ‘And this,’ quoted he, ‘is the reason you prevailed not all this while.’ Then they said they would draw up one, and get the Lord Secretary’s hand to it. But Mr. Godly-Fear answered again that he knew also that the Lord Secretary would not set His hand to any petition that He Himself had not a hand in composing and drawing up.”25

The prayer of faith is a middle term between the intercession of the Holy Spirit and the intercession of Christ.26 It is the divinely appointed means by which the unutterable groanings of the Spirit, who dwells within His people as in a temple, are conveyed and committed to the exalted Mediator, who “ever liveth to make intercession” for us. And thus in a peculiar and especial manner those who make mention of the Lord are graced to become fellow-laborers together with God.

The Prayer of An Unknown Confederate Soldier

This prayer has been posted before on the old Feileadh Mor blog:
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I asked God for strength, that I might achieve.
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.
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I asked for health, that I might do greater things.
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.
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I asked for riches, that I might be happy.
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.
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I asked for power that I might have the praise of men.
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.
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I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life.
I was give life, that I might enjoy all things.

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I got nothing that I asked for—but got everything I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.

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I am, among all people, most richly blessed.