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Praised be Thou, O Lord my God! This is Thy
servant who hath quaffed from the hands
of Thy grace the wine of Thy tender mercy, and
tasted of the savor of Thy love in Thy days. I beseech
Thee, by the embodiments of Thy names
whom no grief can hinder from rejoicing in Thy
love or from gazing on Thy face, and whom all
the hosts of the heedless are powerless to cause to
turn aside from the path of Thy pleasure, to supply
him with the good things Thou dost possess,
and to raise him up to such heights that he will regard
the world even as a shadow that vanisheth
swifter than the twinkling of an eye.
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