“My God, I have often sinned against thee; but thou knowest I long to be thine. I can say with Paul, thou art the ‘God whose I am, and whom I serve;’ and O that I could serve thee better. To serve thee is but to receive thy grace, and use it for my own and others’ good, and thereby please and glorify thee. I have nothing to do in this world but to seek and to serve thee. I have nothing to do with my tongue but to speak to thee, and for thee; and with my pen, but to publish thy glory and thy will. What have I to do with all my reputation and influence over others, but to increase thy church, and propagate thy holy truth and service? What have I to do with my remaining time, even these last and languishing hours, but to look up unto thee, and wait for thy grace and thy salvation? O pardon all my carnal thoughts, all my unthankful treatment of thy grace and love, and all my wilful sins against thy truth and thee. Under the terrors of the law thou didst even proclaim thyself ‘the Lord, the Lord God, merciful and gracious, long-suffering, and abundant in goodness and truth; keeping mercy for thousands, forgiving iniquity, transgression, and sin.’ And is not ‘the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ’ revealed in the gospel for our more abundant faith and consolation? My God, I know I can never be sufficiently confident of thine all-sufficient power, wisdom, and goodness. When I have said, ‘Will the Lord cast off for ever; and will he be favourable no more? Is his mercy clean gone for ever? Doth his promise fail for evermore? Hath God forgotten to be gracious; hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies?’ conscience has replied, This is mine infirmity; I never lacked comfort for want of mercy in thee, but for want of faith and holiness in myself. And hast thou not mercy also to give me that faith and holiness? My God, all is of thee, and through thee, and to thee; and when I have the felicity, the glory of all for ever will be thine. None that trust in thy nature and promise shall be ashamed. If I can live and die trusting in thee, surely I shall not be confounded.”
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Richard Baxter,
The Dying Thoughts of Richard Baxter