Saturday, March 17, 2018

Saturday Synaxis

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