Let me count all things loss but Thee, since Thou didst count all things loss except my love. For me Thou didst leave the joys of heaven; For me Thou wast born in cold and nakedness; For me Thou didst bear the contempt of Thy creatures and hadst not where to lay Thy head; For me Thou didst die daily in the souls of those that rejected Thee, and in the souls of them that loved Thee; die therefore in mine that Thou mayst live and I in Thee; For me Thou didst suffer Thy Mother to be pierced with swords, Who wast Thyself pierced with nails; pierce me then too, and nail me to Thy Cross. I offer myself wholly and without reserve to Thee Who didst count nothing greater than my love: My flesh is weak, as Thou knowest Who didst bear it, But my spirit is willing, though sorrowful as Thine even unto death. Unite me then, body and soul with Thy Divinity; My sins to Thy Redemption; My weakness to Thy Strength; My abyss of nothingness to Thy Plenitude. I give myself to Thee, stained, shrinking and afraid; Give Thyself to me, O my crucified God, and make me Thine. Dear JESUS! Be to me not a Judge, but a Saviour! "Dear Jesus! Be to me not a Judge, but a Saviour!" He cried it again, and again. Tears blinded him. He choked them back. It was so still that he could not break the silence even with a sob. (3) The Truce of God held. It held so truly that for a brief succession of days Paul banished the major part of his doubts and haunting fears in the vivid atmosphere of Thurloe End. They did not sleep; they fled. He was not quiescent, but rather overwhelmingly alive. He drank a largely new and intoxicating drink.