“Lord, help me, for I am often lukewarm and chill; unbelief mars my confidence, sin makes me forget thee.
Let the weeds that grow in my soul be cut at their roots.
Grant me to know that I truly live only when I live to thee, that all else is trifling.
Thy presence alone can make me holy, devout, strong and happy.
Abide in me gracious God.”
The Valley of Vision