I have sought Thee daily at dawn and at twilight, I have stretched forth my hands to Thee, and lifted up my face; Now my thirsty heart cries out to Thee, like the beggar who cries at my door for grace. The infinite heights are too small to contain Thee, yet, if Thou wilt, Thou mayst make Thy abode in my heart. Shall my heart not treasure this hope of harboring Thee, or shall I not entreat Thee till my tongue can call no more? Nay, I will surely worship Thy name, till my nostrils no longer breathe.





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