Trample down every bewitching snare

[Fragrant Grace]

This is the victory that has overcome the world, even our faith
1 John 5:4

While we mourn over our many maladies — we see that increase of faith would be the grand remedy! Our hearts are often . . .
the cage of every unclean bird,
the fount of every loathsome desire,
the deadly fruit of every poisonous tree,
the open wayside of every earthly lust and passion.
This is because our faith sleeps. Awaken it, good Lord — give it more strength, until all impurity is cast out!

We now go forth to intermingle with the world.
This foe is artful to entrap us.
It will approach in an enchanting guise.
It will extend many a gilded bait, and will present many a poisoned cup.
Lord, increase our faith — and we shall scorn every painted bauble, and trample down every bewitching snare!
We shall then be more than conquerors, for this is the victory that has overcome the world, even our faith!

May our hearts be entirely weaned from the world, dead to its outward enticements, and wholly consecrated unto You.
Help us by Your grace — that we may live with You, and to You, during the little speck of our earthly sojourn.

Oh! hear the cry of our anxious hearts, and increase our faith, through the merits and for the sake of Jesus Christ. Amen.


Henry Law (1797-1884)
From Family Prayers