"God of the Passing Hour,
Another week has gone and I have been preserved in my going out,
in my coming in.
You have been the vigilance that has turned threatened evils aside;
You have provided the supplies that have nourished me;
You have provided the comforts that have indulged me;
You have provided the relations and friends that have delighted me;
You have provided the means of grace that have edified me;
You have provided the book, which amidst all my enjoyments, has reminded that this is not my rest,
That in all success, one thing alone is needful, to love my Savior.
Nothing can equal the number of my mercies, but my imperfections and sins.
These, O God, I will neither conceal nor palliate,
but confess with a broken heart.
In what condition would secret reviews of my life leave me were it not for the assurance that with these there is plenteous redemption,
that you are a forgiving God, that you may be feared.
While I hope for pardon through the blood of the cross,
I pray to be clothed with humility, to be quicken in thy way, to be more devoted to thee,
to keep the end of my life in view to be cured of the folly of delay and indecision ,
to know how frail I am,
to number the days and apply my heart to wisdom."
--The Valley of Vison Devotion