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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.
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