O LORD GOD, WHO INHABITEST ETERNITY,
The heavens declare thy glory,
The earth thy riches,
The universe is thy temple;
They presence fills immensity,
Yet though hast of they pleasure created life, and communicated happiness;
Thou hast made me what I am, and given me what I have;
In thee I live and move and have my being;
They providence has set the bounds of my habitation,
    and wisely administers all my affairs.
I thank thee for thy riches to me in Jesus,
    for the unclouded revelation of him in thy Word,
      where I behold his person, character, grace, glory,
      humiliation, sufferings, death, and resurrection;
Give me to feel a need for his continual saviourhood,
    and cry with Job, ‘I am vile’,
       with Peter, ‘I perish’,
       with the publican, ‘Be merciful to me, a sinner’,
Subdue in me the love of sin,
Let me know the need of renovation as well as of forgiveness,
    in order to serve and enjoy thee for ever.
I come to thee in the all-prevailing name of Jesus,
    with nothing of my own to plead,
    no works, no worthiness, no promises.
I am often straying,
    often knowingly opposing they authority,
    often abusing they goodness;
Much of my guilt arises from my religious privileges,
    my low estimation of them,
    my failure to use them to my advantage,
But I am not careless of they favour or regardless of they glory;
Impress me deeply with a sense of thine omnipotence,
    that thou art about my path, my ways, my lying down, my end.

(From The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers & Devotions, by Arthur G. Bennett)