Searcher of Hearts, hold Thy mirror before my soul…
You are so good to give me a glimpse of myself;
Revealing my Sin as my greatest evil,
Revealing Yourself as my greatest good;
As I gaze at my reflection,
I have cause to loathe myself and find no reason to seek self-honor,
For no one should desire to commend their own dunghill.
My country, my family, my church – these all fare worse because of my sins,
For I cause harm to all of these in thinking that my sin is small,
Or in thinking that You are not angry at my sins.
Lord, keep me from taking good men as my example,
And then suppose that I am good because I am like them,
For all supposed good men are not so good as I imagine them to be
Nor am I good because my friends suppose it so.
Let me instead compare my heart to the heart of Christ and thereby see that…
- I am rarely consistent in my faith
- I am rarely joyous with you in my sufferings
- I am rarely affectionate toward you and hateful toward my false gods.
So, Searcher of the Hearts of men, hold Thy mirror before my soul…
Reveal my idols of reputation, wealth and greed and religious pride
Discipline me with your grace and Turn the light of your searching eye upon my heart so that…
- I might know when a thing is evil, when I am convinced that it is good
- I might know when a thing is lawful, but when I am using it in an unlawful way
- that I might admit that I do not know Your will in Scripture
- that I might admit that I do not possess a heart of wisdom
Give me grace to recall my needs. I need…I need…I need…
- a daily repentance,
- a heart of prayer,
- a language of love,
- a delight in Your glory,
- a joy in your presence,
- a desire to do Your will,
- a love toward my enemies, my family, and my fellow man
O Shepherd of the Hearts of men, hold fast Thy mirror before my soul…
Show how easily I engage in idolatrous worship, running to lovers far less dangerous, far less glorious, and far less wild.
Let me not lay my lips too short of Your fountain,
Wake me from my dreamlike stupor where I never touch the Eternal Spring,
But in my drunkenness, drink the squalor of broken cisterns and sip the death of empty wells.
When I act the part of a penniless Orphan; hold Thy mirror before my soul,
And Wake me from my sleep O Father –
That I might see that I am dressed in Your Beauty,
That I might eat from the Table of Your Bounty,
and that I might drink from the Cup of Your Grace.
When I act the part of an Adulterous Whore, hold Thy mirror before my soul,
And Rouse me from my slumber O Husband,
That I might see that I am decked in Your Diamonds,
That I might be captivated by Your Kiss, Your Love,
and That I might hold you in my deepest Chamber – and Worship You and You alone.
O Gardner of the Hearts of men, hold fast Thy mirror before my soul…