A Prayer for the Good use of Leisure

O God, in the course of this busy life, give us times of refreshment and peace; and grant that we may so use our leisure to rebuild our bodies and renew our minds, that our spirits may be opened to the goodness of your creation; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

- Prayer for the Good Use of Leisure, page 825, The Book of Common Prayer

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