O God, who hast enkindled in the holy bosoms of all Thy saints so great an ardor of faith, that they despised all bodily pains, while hastening with all earnestness to Thee, the Author of life; hear our prayers, and grant that the hateful sweetness of sin may wax faint in us, and we may glow with the infused warmth of love for Thee; through Thy mercy, O our God, who art blessed, and dost live, and govern all things, world without end—Amen.

Mozarabic, before A.D. 700.

O Lord my god, perfect us in such patience that we may be in no haste to escape from toil or loneliness or suffering; yet ever in haste to serve Thee, to please Thee, and, when Thou wilt, to go home to Thy blessed Presence—Amen.

Christina G. Rossetti.