God, my God, because you are mine, I lack nothing. And because I am yours, I will glory in you, God, my savior, for eternity. In all my sadness, you prepare for me in you the banquets of homage. And where is my soul’s well-being if not in you, O God of my life? If the memory of your praise is so dulcet in this misery, what will it be like, my God, when in the splendor of your divinity your glory appears? If the small drops of this foretaste of you are so refreshing, what will it be like, my holy dulcet one, when you are given to me copiously? If you console me here by fulfilling my desire with good things, what will it be like, O God of my salvation, when you absorb my spirit in you?
Gertrude the Great of Helfta, Spiritual Exercises – VI: Jubilus (Exercise in Praise and Thanksgiving), line 496-506 (CF 49, p. 111)