O Lord, My Lord,
This is the day,
the open door of worship.
I bless You for the throne of grace
that here free favor reigns;
that open access to it is through the blood of Jesus;
that the veil is torn aside and I can enter the holiest
and find You ready to hear,
waiting to hear,
inviting me to pour out my needs,
promising to give me more than I ask or think.
But while I bless You,
I remember my misuse of sacred things,
my irreverent worship,
my base ingratitude,
my cold dull praise.
Lord, sprinkle all my past sabbaths with the cleansing blood of Jesus.
May my meditations be sweet,
my acts of worship be life, liberty and joy,
my drink the streams that flow from Your throne,
my food the precious Word,
my defense the shield of faith,
and may my heart be more knit to Jesus.
(Abridged, Valley of Vision, page 194)