O Thou my God, all peoples praise Thee and assure Thee of Thy loftiness.
But even if I do, or not, what can it signify to Thee?
Who am I, to believe that my prayer is necessary?
When I say ‘God,’ I know that I mean by this the Sole,
All-powerful, Omniscient and unimaginable One,
Of whom I neither can nor may make unto myself an image.
On whom I neither may nor can make the least claim,
Who will fulfill my most fervent prayer or not notice it.
And, for all that, I pray, as everything that lives prays;
For all that, I beg for grace and wonders, fulfillments.
For all that, I pray,
Since I would not be deprived of the felicitous sense of unity, of union with Thee.
O Thou my God, Thy grace has left us prayer as a means of contact,
A blessed means of contact with Thee,
As a bliss which gives us more than would all fulfillment.