Thanks be to Thee, my Lord Jesus Christ
For all the benefits Thou hast given me,
For all the pains and insults Thou hast borne for me.
O most merciful Redeemer, friend and brother,
May I know Thee more clearly,
Love Thee more dearly,
Follow Thee more nearly.
Attributed to Richard de Wych (1197-1253); Bishop of Chichester (1244-1253)
How oft, aye, day by day,
I have prayed,
seeking, weeping, O Lord Jesus,
through tears of longing for You,
to see You more clearly,
so, to love You more dearly,
so, to follow You more nearly,
aye, day by day.
Yet I find it to be my lot
I draw to You
the farther away You
if You appear at all,
for oft what I behold is not Your Presence,
but only the shadow of Your Existence…
or is the shadow mine own;
of my sin,
its dimness growing deeper,
its gloominess, greater
in the eternal luminescence of Your Presence?
If that be so, dare I rejoice
in the appearance of darkness,
for it means I am closer to You
than I dared to conceive or believe.