I
am he who is sore athirst, O my Lord! Give me to drink of the living
waters of Thy grace. I am but a poor creature; reveal unto me the tokens
of Thy riches. Doth it beseem Thee to cast out of the door of Thy grace
and bounty such as have set their hopes on Thee, and can it befit Thy
sovereignty to hinder them that yearn after Thee from attaining the
adored sanctuary of Thy presence and from beholding Thy face? By Thy
glory! Such is not my belief in Thee, for I am persuaded that Thou art
the God of bounteousness, Whose grace hath encompassed all things.