Let us not seek out of you what we can only find in you, O Lord. Peace and rest, and joy and bliss, which abide only in your abiding joy. Lift up our souls above the weary round of harassing thoughts to your eternal presence. Light up our minds to the pure, bright, serene atmosphere of your presence, that we may breathe freely, there repose in love, there be at rest from ourselves and from all things that weary us: And thence return, arrayed in your peace, to do and to bear whatsoever shall best please you, O blessed Lord.
- Edward Bouverie Pusey