Make me to see my sins, Lord, with clear eyes, without dissembling; take from me all self-deceit, ignorance of myself, blindness, self-love, partiality, unwise tenderness, all love of vain excuses, palliations, defences of myself. Make me to feel a true godly sorrow for what I have done amiss.
I have indeed done wickedly; many sins of this past week rise to remembrance, sins of omission, neglects of duty, or hurryings over of duty, formality in prayer, too little prayer, want of fervent love for my people's souls, lingering affection for the world, harsh uncharitable words, frivolous conversation, vain ambitious thoughts, much selfishness, unreality in speaking of religion, defects of temper, over-much thought of worldly affairs, thus have I transgressed before Thee; other sins are there besides these, which I myself am ignorant of, for who can tell all the courses of his thoughts, or note down, or know, or remember all his faults. The thoughts even of an hour cannot be numbered, neither the evil of all that multitude of imaginations known. “Who can tell how oft he offendeth? O cleanse Thou me from my secret faults.”
Father of mercies, of all these my trespasses, known and unknown, wilful, or done through