Prayer — Summary

I ASK good things that I detest, With speeches fair; Heed not, I pray Thee, Lord, my breast, But hear my prayer.

I say ill things I would not say - Things unaware: Regard my breast, Lord, in Thy day, And not my prayer.

My heart is evil in Thy sight: My good thoughts flee: O Lord, I cannot wish aright - Wish Thou for me.

O bend my words and acts to Thee, However ill, That I, whate'er I say or be, May serve Thee still.

O let my thoughts abide in Thee Lest I should fall: Show me Thyself in all I see, Thou Lord of all.

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The speaker begins by asking for things he actually detests, couched in polite phrases, and urges God to grant the prayer while ignoring his insincere heart. Yet when he blurts out unintended hurtful words, he asks God to see through those to his true heart. This double plea reveals a man acutely aware of his own duplicity.

He knows his heart is evil, his good thoughts vanish, and he can’t even wish for what is right. So he asks God to wish for him, to bend his flawed words and actions toward service, and to keep his thoughts anchored in God lest he fall. The closing request—to see God in everything—softens the turmoil into a quiet hope for wholeness. The mood throughout is one of humble, restless honesty, a soul confessing its split nature and longing for a purity it cannot achieve alone.

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