O, Lord God, when I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the sun, moon and stars,
what is man that thou art mindful of him, or the son of man, that thou shouldst visit him? Thou
didst at first create man after thine image, pure and upright; but man, by his disobedience, fell
from that holy and happy state, and hath involved all his posterity in guilt and ruin. Thine awful
sentence was just: "Dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return." Help me to realize that thou
art a consuming fire to those that obey thee not, and that thou art arrayed in terrible majesty.
Thou chargest thine angles with folly, and the heavens are not clean in thy sight; how much more
filthy and abominable must be man, who drinketh in iniquity like water? Thou canst not look upon
the least sin but with abhorrence, and thou wilt by no means clear the guilty. But though thy name
alone is so terrible, yet Mercy stands pleading at thy bar, saying, Father, I have died; behold my
hands and my side! Spare them a little longer, and have mercy upon the souls that thou hast made.
O God, help me to realize that "man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble: he
cometh forth as a flower, and is cut down; yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?" And
help me to realize that it is with great tribulation that we enter through the gates into the
43holy city. Once more I beseech thee to hear the cry of thy children in behalf of the unconverted. O
God, this great work is thine; thou alone canst perform it. My church and pastor I recommend to
thee; it is all that I can do; and that thou wouldst supply them with all needful blessings is the
prayer of thine unworthy handmaiden.