The Mover

O Supreme Moving Cause,

May I always be submitted to you
   be dependent upon you
   be found in the path where you walk
      and where your Spirit moves,
   be aware of wandering from you,
      of becoming numb to your love.
You do not move men like stones,
   but you give them life,
   not to enable them to move without you,
   but in submission to you, the first mover.
O Lord, I am astonished at the difference
   between my receivings and my deservings,
   between the state I am now in and my past gracelessness,
   between the heaven I am bound for and the hell I have earned.
Who made me to differ, but you?
   for I was no more ready to receive Christ
      than were others;
I could not have begun to love you had you not first loved me,
   or been willing unless you had first made me so.
O that such a crown should fit the head of such a sinner!
   such high advancement be for such an unfruitful person!
   such joys for so vile a rebel!
Infinite wisdom cast the design of salvation
   into the mold of purchase and freedom;
Let wrath deserved be written on the door of hell,
But the free gift of grace on the gate of heaven.
I know that my sufferings are often the result of my sinning,
   but in heaven both shall cease;
Grant me to attain this haven and be done with sailing,
   and may the gales of your mercy blow me safely into harbor.
Let your love draw me nearer to yourself,
   wean me from sin, make me dead to this world,
   and make me ready for my departure hence.
Secure me by your grace as I sail across this stormy sea.