Berean Crossroads

O LORD,
I hang on thee; I see, believe, live,
   when thy will, not mine, is done;
I can plead nothing in myself
   in regard of any worthiness and grace,
   in regard of thy providence and promises,
   but only thy good pleasure.
If thy mercy make me poor and vile, blessed be
thou!
Prayers arising from my needs are preparations
for future mercies;
Help me to honour thee by believing before I feel,
   for great is the sin if I make feeling a cause of
      faith.
Show me what sins hide thee from me
   and eclipse thy love;
Help me to humble myself for past evils,
   to be resolved to walk with more care,
For if I do not walk holily before thee,
   how can I be assured of my salvation?
It is the meek and humble who are shown thy
covenant,
   know thy will, are pardoned and healed,
   who by faith depend and rest upon grace,
   who are sanctified and quickened,
   who evidence thy love.
Help me to pray in faith and so find thy will,
   by leaning hard on thy rich free mercy,
   by believing thou wilt give what thou hast
      promised;
Strengthen me to pray with the conviction
   that whatever I receive is thy gift,
   so that I may pray until prayer be granted;
Teach me to believe that all degrees of mercy
arise
   from several degrees of prayer,
   that when faith is begun it is imperfect and
      must grow,
   as chapped ground opens wider and wider until
      rain comes.
So shall I wait thy will, pray for it to be done,
   and by thy grace become fully obedient.