July 29, 2006, Author: Elijah Layfield, 1 Comment

A Prayer Against Pride

Categories: Treasuring Christ

O Lord of all meekness,

Do not let pride swell my heart.

My nature is the mire beneath my feet,

the dust to which I shall return.

In body I surpass not the meanest reptile;

Whatever difference of form and intellect is mine,

is a free grant of Your goodness;

Every faculty of mind and body is Your undeserved gift.

Low as I am as a creature, I am lower as a sinner;

I have trampled Your law times without number;

Sin’s deformity is stamped upon me,

darkens my brow, touches me with corruption:

How can I flaunt myself proudly?

Lowest abasement is my due place,

for I am less than nothing before You.

Help me to see myself in Your sight,

then pride must wither, decay, die, perish.

Humble my heart before You,

and replenish it with Your choicest gifts.

As water rests not on barren hill summits,

but flows down to fertilize lowest vales,

So make me the lowest of the lowly,

that my spiritual riches may exceedingly abound.

When I leave duties undone,

may condemning thought strip me of pride,

deepen in me devotion to Your service,

and quicken me to more watchful care.

When I am tempted to think highly of myself,

grant me to see the wily power of my spiritual enemy;

Help me to stand with wary eye on the watch-tower of faith,

and to cling with determined grasp to my humble Lord;

If I fall let me hide myself in my Redeemer’s righteousness,

and when I escape, may I ascribe all deliverance to Your grace.

Keep me humble, meek, lowly.

Taken from The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions (Carlisle, PA: Banner of Truth Trust, 1975), p. 88.

One Response to A Prayer Against Pride

  1. Shannon Mckenzie says:

    Ken, thanks for posting this one. Not only because of its godwardness, but also because it confirms my suspicions that this book was the source of our corporate confessions at Christ Presbyterian. We did this one on several occasions.