And now, Lord, look upon your people for good. You know the troubles of every burdened spirit. You know how some whom you love are sick; how others have to watch over their dearest ones fading away, and withering like flowers. Lord, send comfort to the saints in trouble.
Oh, grant us grace to bear whatever your righteous will puts upon us, without repining; and if business is going amiss, and if many things are cross to the desires of nature, may we feel it is your will, and, therefore joyfully yield to that will; nay, more, may we take a delight in being stripped, if God strip us; take a delight in smarting, if it be God who makes us smart.
Amen.
