Your steadfast love, o Lord, extends to the heavens. Your faithfulness to the clouds. Your righteousness is like the mountains of God. Your judgments are like the great deep. Man and beast you save, oh Lord.

How precious is your steadfast love, oh God. The children of mankind take refuge in the shadow of your wings. They feast on the abundance of your house, and you give them drink from the river of your delights. For with you is the fountain of life. In your light do we see light. Psalm 36:5-9.

Lord, how dull and remiss I am in the practice of my duty to you. You have said, cursed is the one who does the work of the Lord negligently. Then what do I deserve? There is no surprise that I feel no power.

I deal with you and listen to you half heartedly. My prayers are cold. Lord, you love a cheerful giver, but my service is maimed, corrupt, dead, superficial, and uncheerful. Lord, I have slighted your promises. I have neglected the motions of your holy spirit. I have not carefully cultivated the gifts I have received, and I have not labored more and more to be sealed with the promised holy spirit. Oh, Lord, how miniscule is my holiness. Because of my laziness, your grace is held back. Lord, you have looked on my poor condition, and you have visited me with mercy from on high. Though I was a stranger and a foreigner, you have made me a free citizen of the new Jerusalem. Now I see, and I read it in your precious promises that my name is registered in heaven. An eternal weight of glory is reserved for me. Heaven is my home, my hope, my inheritance. Where is my heart? With my treasure, I cannot comprehend your love and favor, dear Lord. What kind of mercy is this? What kind of promises? My soul rejoices in you, my God, and my spirit will bless your name forever and ever. Amen. Isaac Ambrose.