On the Eve of the Sabbath - a Meditation

O Lord My Lord,
This is the day, the heavenly ordinance of rest,
the open door of worship,
the record of Jesus’ resurrection,
the seal of the Sabbath to come,
the day when saints militant and triumphant
unite in endless song.

I bless thee for the throne of grace,
that here free favour reigns;
that open access to it is through the blood of Jesus;
that the veil is torn aside and I can enter the holiest
and find thee ready to hear,
waiting to be gracious,
inviting me to pour out my needs,
promising to give more than I ask or think.
 

But while I bless thee, shame and confusion are mine:
I remember my past misuse of sacred things,
my irreverent worship,
my base ingratitude,
my cold, dull praise.
 

Sprinkle all my past Sabbaths with the cleansing blood of Jesus,
And may this day witness deep improvement in me.
 

Give me in rich abundance the blessings the Lord’s Day was designed to impart;
 

May my heart be fast bound against worldly thoughts or cares;
 

Flood my mind with peace beyond understanding;
may my meditations be sweet,
my acts of worship life, liberty, joy,
my drink the streams that flow from thy throne,
my food the precious Word,
my defence the shield of faith
and may my heart be more knit to Jesus.

Valley of Vision, edited by Arthur Bennet (Carlisle, PA: The Banner of Truth Trust, 1975), 354-355