
O God, my God, give me a heart to thank thee; lift up my heart above myself, to thee and thine eternal throne; let it not linger here among the toils and turmoils of this lower world; let it not be oppressed by any earth-born clouds of care or anxiety or fear or suspicion; but bind it wholly to thee and to thy love; give me eyes to see thy love in all things, and thy grace in all around me; make me to thank thee for thy love and thy grace to all and in all; give me wings of love, that I may soar up to thee, and cling to thee, and adore thee, and praise thee more and more, until I be fitted to enter into the joys of thine everlasting love, everlastingly to love thee and thy grace, whereby thou didst make me suc
h as thou couldest love, such as could love thee, O God, my God. Amen.
Edward Bouverie Pusey (1800-1882)
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Thank you. I needed that. Nobody quite like Pusey to put us back on the track God would have us on.
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