The Gift of Gifts

O Source of all good,
What shall I render to you for the gift of gifts,
your own dear Son, begotten, not created,
my redeemer, proxy, surety, substitute,
his self-emptying incomprehensible,
his infinity of love beyond the heart’s grasp . . .
O God, take me in spirit to the watchful shepherds, and
enlarge my mind;
let me hear good tidings of great joy,
and hearing, believe, rejoice, praise, adore,
my conscience bathed in an ocean of repose,
my eyes uplifted to a reconciled Father . . .
In him you have given me so much that heaven can give no more.

~adapted from The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions, Arthur Bennett, editor