O You alone who are worshipped 
We cannot attain to true knowledge of You 

Yet we believe that You are nearer to us 
Than our jugular veins 

We feel Your existence
And nearness 
In the depths of our hearts 

Through the universe
Which You created and opened to us 
Like a book 
And through the wonderful harmony of form
Between all parts of Your creation
We come to perceive that we are integrated into the whole realm 
Of Your theophanies 
And thus our souls are rested 
And consoled
And our hearts find serenity