O my God, when will silence,retirement,
and prayer
become the occupations of my soul
as they are now frequently the objects of my desires?
How am I wearied with saying so much
and yet doing so little for you!
Come, Jesus, come,
You the only object of my love,
the center and supreme happiness of my soul!
Come, and impress my mind
with such a lively conviction of Thy presence
that all within me may yield to its influence.
Amen.
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