| 3. O my God, sweetness unspeakable, turn into bitterness all my fleshly consolation, which draws me away from the love of eternal things, and wickedly allures toward itself by setting before me some present delight. Let not, O my God, let not flesh and blood prevail over me, let not the world and its short glory deceive me, let not the devil and his craftiness supplant me. Give me courage to resist, patience to endure, constancy to persevere. Grant, in place of all consolations of the world, the most sweet unction of Your Spirit, and in place of carnal love, pour into me the love of Your Name. | |