O Thou Whose face is the object of my adoration,
Whose beauty is my sanctuary, Whose habitation is
my goal, Whose praise is my hope, Whose providence
is my companion, Whose love is the cause of my
being, Whose mention is my solace, Whose nearness
is my desire, Whose presence is my dearest wish and
highest aspiration, I entreat Thee not to withhold
from me the things Thou didst ordain for the chosen
ones among Thy servants. Supply me, then, with the
good of this world and of the next.