Oliver Cromwell Death Mask, Warwick Castle, UK
Lord, though I am a miserable and wretched creature, I am in covenant with You through grace. And if I may, I will come to You for your people.
You have made me, though very unworthy, a poor instrument to do them some good…and many of them have set too high a value upon me, while others wish me dead and would be glad of my death.
Lord, no matter how You dispose of me, continue to do them good….Forgive their sins and do not forsake them, but love and bless them.
Give them consistency of judgment, one heart, and mutual love, and go on and deliver to them the work of reformation and to make the Name of Christ glorious in the world.
Teach those who look too much at your instruments to look more upon Yourself. And pardon those who desire to trample on the dust of a poor worm, for they are your people too.
And pardon the folly of this short prayer, even for Jesus Christ’s sake. And give us a good night, if it be your pleasure. Amen
Oliver Cromwell, 1599-1658, English military and political leader, final prayer
2000 Years of Prayer, freely modified
For I am already being poured out like a drink offering, and the time for my departure is near. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.