Lift up our souls above the weary round

Lift up our souls above the weary round of
harassing thoughts to thy eternal presence.
Lift up our minds to the pure, bright serene
atmosphere of thy presence,
that we may breathe freely,
there repose in thy love,
there be at rest from ourselves
and from all things that weary us:
And thence return, arrayed in thy peace,
to do and to bear
whatsoever shall best please thee,
O blessed Lord.

E.B. Pusey (1800-82)