O my God, holiness becomes Your House,
and yet You made Your abode in my breast.
My Lord, my Savior, to me You came,
hidden under the semblance of earthly things,
yet in that very flesh and blood
which You took from Mary,
You came to me.
My God, You see me; I cannot see myself...
You see how unworthy so great a sinner
is to receive the One Holy God,
whom the Seraphim adore with trembling...
My God, cleanse my heart and mind from all that is past...
give me a true perception of things unseen,
and make me truly, practically,
and in the details of life.
I prefer You to anything on earth,
and the future world to the present.