O living God, I bless thee that I see the worst of my heart as well as the best of it, that I can sorrow for those sins that carry me from thee, that it is thy deep and dear mercy to threaten punishment so that I may return, pray, live.
My sin is to look on my faults and be discouraged, or to look on my good and be puffed up.
I fall short of thy glory every day by spending hours unprofitably, by thinking that the things I do are good, when they are not done to thy end...
Death dismays me, but my great high priest stands in its waters, and will open me a passage, and beyond is a better country.
While I live let my life be exemplary, When I die may me end be peace.
- Valley of Vision