(John MacDuff, "Infinite Condescension")

What have I to be proud of?  Nothing!

I am dependent continually on Your bounty.

My existence;
my health;
my strength;
my reason;
are all a loan from You the Great Proprietor,
who can, in the twinkling of an eye, . . .
  paralyze strength,
  dethrone reason,
  arrest the pulses of joyous life,
and write upon all I have, "Ichabod,
the glory has departed!"

I am a pensioner from hour to hour on
redeeming grace and love! But for Jesus,
I would be lost forever!

O God, destroy every pedestal of pride in my
heart. Make me humble; keep me humble.