O my Savior, help me. For I am slow to learn, prone to forget, weak to climb. I am in the foothills when I should be on the heights.

I am pained by my graceless heart, my prayerless days, my poverty of love, my sloth in the heavenly race, my unclean conscience, my wasted hours, my unspent opportunities. I am blind while light shines around me.

Take the scales from my eyes. Grind to dust my evil heart of unbelief. Make my greatest joy to study you, meditate on you, gaze on you, like Mary to sit at your feet, like John to lean on your breast, like Peter to appeal to your love, like Paul to count all things dung.

Give me increase and progress in grace so that there is more discipline in my character, more vigor in my purposes, more elevation in my life, more fervor in my devotion, more constancy in my zeal.

Amen

Adapted, The Valley of Vision