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