Oh! that I might repose on thee! Oh! that
thou wouldst enter into my heart, and inebriate it, that I may forget my ills,
and embrace thee, my sole good. What art thou to me? In thy pity, teach me to
utter it. Oh! for thy mercies’ sake, tell me, O Lord my God,
what thou art unto me. Say unto my soul, I am thy salvation. So speak, that I
may hear. Behold, Lord, my heart is before thee; open thou the ears thereof,
and say unto my soul, I am thy salvation. After this voice let me haste, and
take hold of thee. Hide not thy face from me. Let me die—lest I die—only let me
see thy face.
- Augustine