Lord, enable me, I pray Thee, to think and pray much for others. In proportion as I am privileged to do so, I shall be diverted from self and its various infirmities, wants, and necessities. As to trials and afflictions, and corresponding requirements, I am sure these can bear no comparison to the multitudes who are in the midst of the battle of life, and called to bear “the burden and heat of the day.” Ah! When I think of myself in this respect, I take shame to myself for want of more gratitude, and a more simple and childlike dependence upon the Lord, for the fulfilment of His promises, the completion of His work, and bringing me to the rest I have so long anticipated, and the which I have for so many years hope at length to obtain.
The Lord, in His great mercy, pity and pardon me for this and all my numberless sins and transgressions. What need have I, day by day and hour by hour, to flee to “the blood of sprinkling, which speaketh better things than the blood of Abel”.