Valley of Vision Prayers

O Lord God,

Teach me to know that grace precedes,

accompanies, and follows my salvation,

that it sustains the redeemed soul,

that not one link of its chain can ever break.

From Calvary’s cross wave upon wave of grace

reaches me,

deals with my sin,

washes me clean,

renews my heart, Continue reading

Samuel Rutherford

While listening to a sermon on Romans this morning by Ray Comfort, he made a reference to the first stanza of the poem below that was written by Anne Cousins but based on the letters of Samuel Rutherford.  I was deeply moved by this poem.  It is such a rare thing to hear or read one from our modern era that has such a grasp on the things of God.  I can’t even pick out a favorite stanza as they are all so rich.

Last Words
A Poem inspired by the letters and last words of Samuel Rutherford
by Mrs. A. R. Cousin

The sands of time are sinking, The dawn of Heaven breaks,
The summer morn I’ve sighed for, The fair sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark hath been the midnight, But dayspring is at hand,
And glory—glory dwelleth In Immanuel’s land. (Letters 79, 147, 323.)

Oh! well it is for ever, Oh! well for evermore,
My nest hung in no forest Of all this death-doom’d shore
Yea, let the vain world vanish, As from the ship the strand,
While glory—glory dwelleth In Immanuel’s land (Letter 4.)

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The Fallacy of “Let Go and Let God”

This is an article I ran across today and from experience know how prevalent this statement is in the Church so I consider it a very relevant issue that needs to be addressed.  J. I. Packer, in his forward to John Owen’s book The Mortification of Sin talks about how this statement almost shipwrecked his faith.

Here is the Link.

Live, They Cannot, Die They Dare Not

While reading a sermon entitled Christ is Best that Richard Sibbes preached at a funeral, I came across the line I used to title this post.  It made me stop and think about how this is the plight of fallen, sinful man? True life cannot be experienced outside of the saving rebirth found only in Jesus Christ. So, unregenerate man is doomed to a life of mere existence. He breathes, he eats, he enjoys all of life’s passions and desires that can be packed into the 70 or so years that is allotted to him, but in the end he dies. And it is in the dying that the final fight begins because every man knows something of eternity. The Preacher says in Ecclesiastes 3:11, “He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man’s heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end.” Continue reading

Valley of Vision Prayers

The Deeps


Give me a deeper repentance,

a horror of sin,

a dread of its approach;

Help me chastely to flee it,

and jealously to resolve that my heart shall be thine alone.

Give me a deeper trust,

that I may lose myself to find myself in thee,

the ground of my rest,

the spring of my being.

Give me a deeper knowledge of thyself

as Savior, Master, Lord and King.

Give me deeper power in private prayer,

more sweetness in thy Word

more steadfast grip on its truth.

Give me deeper holiness in speech, thought, action,

and let me not seek moral virtue apart from thee.

Plow deep in me, great Lord, heavenly Husbandman,

that my being may be a tilled field,

the roots of grace spreading far and wide,

until thou alone art seen in me,

thy beauty golden like summer harvest,

thy fruitfulness as autumn plenty.

I have no Master but thee,

no law but they will,

no delight but thyself,

no wealth but that thou givest,

no good but that thou blesses,

no peace but that thou bestowest.

I am nothing but that thou makest me,

I have nothing but that I received from thee,

I can be nothing but that grace adorns me.

Quarry me deep, dear Lord,

and then fill me to overflowing with living water.

Valley of Vision pg. 75

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Valley of Vision Prayers


I can but tell thee that thou knowest

I long for nothing but thyself,

nothing but holiness,

nothing but union with they will.

Thou hast given me these desires,

and thou alone canst give me the thing desired.

My soul longs for communion with thee,

for mortification of indwelling corruption,

especially spiritual pride.

How precious it is

to have a tender sense and clear apprehension

of the mystery of godliness,

of true holiness!

What a blessedness to be like thee

as much as it is possible for a creature to be like its Creator!

Lord, give me more of thy likeness;

Enlarge my soul to contain fullness of holiness;

Engage me to live more for thee.

Help me to be less pleased with my spiritual experiences,

and when I feel at ease after sweet communings,

teach me it is far too little I know and do.

Blessed Lord,

let me climb up near to thee,

and love, and long, and plead, and wrestle with thee,

and pant for deliverance from the body of sin,

for my heart is wandering and lifeless,

and my soul mourns to think it should ever

lose sight of its Beloved.

Wrap my life in divine love,

and keep me ever desiring thee,

always humble and resigned to thy will,

more fixed on thyself,

that I may be more fitted for doing and suffering.