O ardent fire of my God, which contains, produces, and imprints those living ardors which attract the humid waters of my soul, and dry up the torrents of earthly delights, and afterwards soften my hard self-opinionatedness, which time has hardened so exceedingly! 

O consuming fire, which even amid ardent flames imparts sweetness and peace to the soul! In thee, and in none other, do we receive this grace of being reformed to the image and likeness in which we were created. 

O burning furnace, in which we enjoy the true vision of peace, which tries and purifies the gold of the elect, and leads the soul to seek eagerly for its highest good, even thyself, in thy eternal truth.

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