Extract from the Prayer to Christ, by Anselm of Canterbury.
What shall I say? What shall I do? Whither shall I go?
Where shall I seek him? Where and when shall I find him?
Whom shall I ask? Who will tell me of my beloved?
'for I am sick from love'.
'The joy of my heart fails me';
my laughter 'is turned to mourning';
'my heart and my flesh fail me';
'but God is the strength of my heart, my portion for ever.'
'My soul refuses comfort,’ unless from you, my dear.
'Whom have I in heaven but you,
and what do I desire upon earth beside you?'
I want you, I hope for you, I seek you;
'to you my heart has said, seek my face';
'your face, Lord, have I sought;,
'turn not your face from me.'
Most kind lover of men,
'the poor commits himself to you,
for you are the helper of the orphan'.
My most safe helper,
have mercy upon the orphan left to you.
I am become a child without a father;
my soul is like a widow.
Turn your gaze and behold my tears
which I offer to you till you return.
Come now, Lord, appear to me and I will be consoled;
show me your face and I shall be saved
display your presence and I have obtained my desire;
reveal your glory and my joy will be full.
'My soul thirsts for you, my flesh longs after you,'
my soul thirsts for God, the fountain of life;
'when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?'
My consoler, for whom I wait, when will you come?
O that I might see the joy that I desire;
that I might be satisfied with the appearing of your glory
for which I hunger;
that I might be satisfied with the riches of your house
for which I sigh;
that I might drink of the torrent of your pleasures
for which I thirst.