Help me, O Lord,
to throw myself absolutely and wholly on thee,
for better, for worse, without comfort,
and all but hopeless.
Give me peace of soul, confidence, enlargement
morning joy that comes after night heaviness;
Water my soul richly with divine blessings;
Grant that I may welcome they humbling in private
so that I might enjoy thee in public;
Give me a mountain top as high as the valley is low.
Thy grace can melt the worst sinner, and I am
as vile as he;
Yet thou has made me a monument of mercy,
a trophy of redeeming power;
In my distress let me not forget this.
Thy never-failing providence orders every event,
sweetens ever fear,
reveals evil’s presence lurking in seeming good,
brings real good out of seeming evil,
makes unsatisfactory what I set my heart upon,
to show me what a short-sighted creature I am,
and to teach me to live by faith upon
thy blessed self.
Out of my sorrow and night
give me the name Naphtali-
‘satisfied with favour’-
help me to love thee as thy child,
and to walk worthy of my heavenly pedigree.
– Valley of Vision, pg. 184 & 185