I’ve really connected with this prayer from Edward Pusey, one of the leading figures of the Oxford Movement in the 19th century. I’ve begun to use it as a gateway into contemplative prayer.
Let me not seek out of Thee what I can only find in Thee; peace and rest and joy and bliss, which abide only in Thy abiding joy. Lift up my soul above the weary round of harassing thoughts to Thy Eternal Presence. Lift up my soul to the pure, bright, clear, serene, radiant atmosphere of Thy Presence, that there I may breathe freely, there repose in Thy love, there be at rest from myself and from all things that weary me; and thence return, arrayed in Thy peace, to do and bear what shall please Thee.Edward Pusey, from Private Prayers, 12th ed., p. 39