God of my end,

I t is my greatest, noblest pleasure

to be acquainted with thee

and with my rational, immortal soul;

It is sweet and entertaining

to look into my being

when all my powers and passions

are united and engaged in pursuit of thee,

when my soul longs and passionately breathes

after conformity to thee

and the full enjoyment of thee;

No hours pass away with so much pleasure

as those spent in communion with thee

and with my heart.

O how desirable, how profitable to the Christian life

is a spirit of holy watchfulness

and godly jealousy over myself,

when my soul is afraid of nothing

except grieving and offending thee,

the blessed God, my Father and friend,

whom I then love and long to please,

rather than be happy in myself!

Knowing, as I do, that this is the pious temper,

worthy of the highest ambition, and closest

pursuit of intelligent creatures

and holy Christians,

may my joy derive from glorifying and

delighting thee.

I long to fill all my time for thee,

whether at home or in the way;

to place all my concerns in thy hands;

to be entirely at thy disposal,

having no will or interest of my own.

Help me to live to thee for ever,

to make thee my last and only end,

so that I may never more in one instance

love my sinful self.