February 1

GRANT me, most sweet and loving Jesus, to rest in Thee above all things created; above all health and beauty, above all glory and honour, above all power and dignity, above all knowledge and subtlety, above all riches and arts, above all joy and gladness, above all fame and praise, above all sweetness and consolation, above all hope and promise, above all merit and desire, above all gifts and boons which thou canst give and infuse, above all joy and jubilation which the mind can contain and feel; in a word, above all angels and archangels and all the host of heaven, above all things visible and invisible, and above all that is not Thee, my God.

The Imitation of Christ

THE ONE RESTING PLACE

I - Feb. Evening

Whither shall I flee from Thy presence?

IF there had anywhere appeared in space Another place of refuge, where to flee, Our hearts had taken refuge in that place, And not with Thee.

For we against creation's bars had beat Like prisoned eagles, through great worlds had sought Though but a foot of ground to plant our feet, Where Thou wert not.

And only when we found in earth and air, In heaven or hell, that such might nowhere be— That we could not flee from Thee anywhere, We fled to Thee.

ARCH- BISHOP TRENCH

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