Faith Is Required Of Thee,

The End Of All Is Death And Man's Life Passeth Away Suddenly As A Shadow.

My God, Sweetness Beyond Words, Make Bitter All The Carnal Comfort That Draws Me From Love Of The Eternal And Lures Me To Its Evil Self By The Sight Of Some Delightful Good In The Present. Let It Not Overcome Me, My God. Let Not Flesh And Blood Conquer Me. Let Not The World And Its Brief Glory Deceive Me, Nor The Devil Trip Me By His Craftiness. Give Me Courage To Resist, Patience To Endure, And Constancy To Persevere. Give Me The Soothing Unction Of Your Spirit Rather Than All The Consolations Of The World, And In Place Of Carnal Love, Infuse Into Me The Love Of Your Name.

Though Weary, It Is Not Tired: Though Pressed It Is Not Straightened; Though Alarmed, It Is Not Confounded; But As A Living Flame It Forces Itself Upwards And Securely Passes Through All.

Set Me Free From Evil Passions, And Heal My Heart Of All Inordinate Affections; That Being Inwardly Cured And Thoroughly Cleansed, I May Be Made Fit To Love, Courageous To Suffer, Steady To Persevere.

No Man Ruleth Safely But He That Is Willingly Ruled.