Help my infirmities; when I am pressed down with sorrow, not knowing what to do, slandered and persecuted. Make me feel the weight of the cross, help me, I pray to You.
If you see in me any wrong thing encouraged, any evil desire cherished, any delight that is not Your delight, any habit that grieves You, any nest of sin in my heart, then grant me Your forgiveness, and teach my feet to walk the way of Your commandments.
Deliver me and make me a holy person; help me to walk the separated life with a firm and brave step; and to wrestle successfully against wickedness.
Teach me to adore and magnify You, and make me a perfume of gratitude to You.
I do not crouch at Your feet as a slave before a tyrant, but exalt You as a son with a father.
Give me power to live as Your child in all my actions, and to exercise sonship by conquering self.
Preserve me from the intoxication that comes of prosperity, sober me when I am glad with joy that comes not from You. Lead me safely on the eternal kingdom, not asking whether the road be rough or smooth. I request only to see the face of Him I love; to be content with bread to eat, with clothes to put on if I can be brought to Your house in peace.