Morning Prayer on Saturday
Give thanks at the end of the week and ask for repentance, faithful conduct and preparation for Sunday.
Historical edition. Historical claims and instructions are preserved as historical context.
Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am. These, O great and almighty God, are the thoughts that fill my soul, now that Thou hast permitted me, on this last day of the week, to arise from my bed in health. I laud Thee in this morning hour, because Thou hast so gloriously protected and defended me in body and soul, that no danger or suffering could disturb me. O my God! As little as the stars in the firmament, the sand on the sea-shore, or the drops in the ocean can be counted, so little can the blessings be enumerated which Thou hast bestowed on me during all my life, as well as during this past week.
Thou hast been with me during the night, and hast warded off every calamity. Thou saidst: “My child, sleep thou in peace; for Satan shall not harm thee; sleep safe till morning dawns, let not his rage alarm thee.” And now, shielded by Thee, I behold again the light of day. O let me this day deny all ungodliness and wicked works, and live righteously, soberly, and godly. As I put on my clothes, so let me also put on mercy, kindness, humbleness of mind, meekness, and long-suffering; and put off the old man with his works, unrighteousness, hypocrisy, lying, anger, strife, contention, impurity, and malice. Consecrate my heart as Thy temple, that today I may say and do nothing that is displeasing to Thee.
My Jesus, who art the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the ending: I have, by Thy grace, reached the end of another week. Let me remember that sometime the last week and the last day of my life will come; and let me begin, continue, and end every week in such a way as will, in the last hours of my life, give me no cause to be ashamed or to wish that I had never been born. Let me spend this day in Thy fear. Guard me in all my ways; bless my labors; and regulate all my plans and purposes by Thy will. Blot out with Thy precious blood the account which I have heaped up against myself this week by my sins. And let me during the coming week be more circumspect, more godly, more upright, and more pleasing to Thee. I already rejoice at the thought of the Sunday which dawns on the morrow, when I shall rest from my daily labor, in order that Thou mayest do in me Thy work of edification, sanctification, and conversion. Amen.