O God, I cannot endure to see the destruction
of my kindred.
Let those that are united to me in tender ties
be precious in thy sight and devoted to thy glory.
Sanctify and prosper my domestic devotion,
instruction, discipline, example,
that my house may be a nursery for heaven,
my church the garden of the Lord,
enriched with trees of righteousness of
thy planting, for thy glory;
Let not those of my family who are amiable, moral,
fall short of heaven at last;
Grant that the promising appearances of a
soft heart, the alarms and delights of thy Word,
be not finally blotted out,
but bring forth judgment unto victory
in all whom I love.
Isn’t it beautiful? I love the part about the house being a “nursery for heaven.”