No Man Is Safe Above But He

Without Labor There Is No Rest, Nor Without Fighting Can The Victory Be Won.

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.

Activate Yourself To Duty By Remembering Your Position, Who You Are, And What You Have Obliged Yourself To Be.

All His Glory And Beauty Come From Within, And There He Delights To Dwell, His Visits There Are Frequent, His Conversation Sweet, His Comforts Refreshing; And His Peace Passing All Understanding.

Leave Off That Excessive Desire Of Knowing; Therein Is Found Much Distraction. There Are Many Things The Knowledge Of Which Is Of Little Or No Profit To The Soul.