The Confessions of Saint Augustine HTML version

Book XI
Lord, since eternity is Thine, art Thou ignorant of what I say to Thee? or dost Thou see in
time, what passeth in time? Why then do I lay in order before Thee so many relations?
Not, of a truth, that Thou mightest learn them through me, but to stir up mine own and
my readers' devotions towards Thee, that we may all say, Great is the Lord, and greatly to
be praised. I have said already; and again will say, for love of Thy love do I this. For we
pray also, and yet Truth hath said, Your Father knoweth what you have need of, before
you ask. It is then our affections which we lay open unto Thee, confessing our own
miseries, and Thy mercies upon us, that Thou mayest free us wholly, since Thou hast
begun, that we may cease to be wretched in ourselves, and be blessed in Thee; seeing
Thou hast called us, to become poor in spirit, and meek, and mourners, and hungering
and athirst after righteousness, and merciful, and pure in heart, and peace-makers. See, I
have told Thee many things, as I could and as I would, because Thou first wouldest that I
should confess unto Thee, my Lord God. For Thou art good, for Thy mercy endureth for
But how shall I suffice with the tongue of my pen to utter all Thy exhortations, and all
Thy terrors, and comforts, and guidances, whereby Thou broughtest me to preach Thy
Word, and dispense Thy Sacrament to Thy people? And if I suffice to utter them in order,
the drops of time are precious with me; and long have I burned to meditate in Thy law,
and therein to confess to Thee my skill and unskilfulness, the daybreak of Thy
enlightening, and the remnants of my darkness, until infirmity be swallowed up by
strength. And I would not have aught besides steal away those hours which I find free
from the necessities of refreshing my body and the powers of my mind, and of the service
which we owe to men, or which though we owe not, we yet pay.
O Lord my god, give ear unto my prayer, and let Thy mercy hearken unto my desire:
because it is anxious not for myself alone, but would serve brotherly charity; and Thou
seest my heart, that so it is. I would sacrifice to Thee the service of my thought and
tongue; do Thou give me, what I may offer Thee. For I am poor and needy, Thou rich to
all that call upon Thee; Who, inaccessible to care, carest for us. Circumcise from all
rashness and all lying both my inward and outward lips: let Thy Scriptures be my pure
delights: let me not be deceived in them, nor deceive out of them. Lord, hearken and pity,
O Lord my God, Light of the blind, and Strength of the weak; yea also Light of those that
see, and Strength of the strong; hearken unto my soul, and hear it crying out of the
depths. For if Thine ears be not with us in the depths also, whither shall we go? whither
cry? The day is Thine, and the night is Thine; at Thy beck the moments flee by. Grant
thereof a space for our meditations in the hidden things of Thy law, and close it not
against us who knock. For not in vain wouldest Thou have the darksome secrets of so
many pages written; nor are those forests without their harts which retire therein and
range and walk; feed, lie down, and ruminate. Perfect me, O Lord, and reveal them unto
me. Behold, Thy voice is my joy; Thy voice exceedeth the abundance of pleasures. Give
what I love: for I do love; and this hast Thou given: forsake not Thy own gifts, nor
despise Thy green herb that thirsteth. Let me confess unto Thee whatsoever I shall find in