Wednesday August 6, 2014

A Prayer of Oliver Cromwell on his Deathbed

The dying Lord Protector of the Commonwealth of England, Ireland and Scotland, “Our Chief of Men,” was heard to utter this Prayer in the midst of his sickness two or three days before he died in 1658.

Lord, though I am a miserable and wretched creature, I am in Covenant with Thee through grace.  And I may, I will, come to Thee, for Thy People.  Thou hast made me, though very unworthy, a mean instrument to do them some good, and Thee service;

and many of them have set too high a value upon me, though others wish and would be glad of my death; Lord, how ever Thou do dispose of me, continue and go on and do good for them.  Give them consistency of judgment, one heart, and mutual love; and go on to deliver them, and with the work of reformation; and make the Name of Christ glorious in the world.  Teach those who look too much on Thy instruments, to depend more upon Thyself.  Pardon such as desire to trample upon the dust of a poor worm, for they are Thy People too.  And pardon the folly of this short Prayer:-  Even for Jesus Christ’s sake.  And give us a good night, if it be Thy pleasure.  Amen.

Wednesday June 22, 2016

The Happy Man

By Lachlan Macenzie

Monday May 2, 2016

Be Still My Soul

By Katharina von Schlegel, b. 1697

Saturday March 12, 2016

What the Reformation Really Means

By WILLIAM WILEMAN

Wednesday March 2, 2016

Cheerful Piety – Memoir

By John Berridge

Wednesday March 2, 2016

Cheerful Piety – Letter I

By John Berridge

Wednesday March 2, 2016

Cheerful Piety – Letter II

By John Berridge

Wednesday March 2, 2016

Cheerful Piety – Letter III

By John Berridge

Wednesday March 2, 2016

Cheerful Piety – Letter IV

By John Berridge