There is none under heaven that can comfort me, but thou my Lord God, the heavenly physician of souls, that strikest and healest, bringest down to hell, and bringest back again.
Let thy correction be upon me, and let thy rod instruct me.
5. Behold, dear Father, I am in thy hands, I bow myself under the rod of thy correction:
Strike my back and my neck, that my perverseness may be conformed to thy will.
Make me an holy and humble disciple of thine (as thou art wont to do) that I may be ready at every beck of thy pleasure.
I commend myself and all that is mine unto thee to be corrected.
It is better to be corrected here than hereafter.
Thou knowest every thing, and there is nothing in the conscience of man hidden from thee.
Before things are done, thou knowest that they will come to pass, and hast no need that any should teach thee, or admonish thee of those things which are done on earth.
Thou knowest what is expedient for my profiting, and how fit tribulation is to scour off the rust of my sins.