"For who, O Lord Christ!" he cried, with trembling hands outstretched, and dim eyes weeping, "who hath taken up Thy cross as I have done, and the anguish of the thorns and the nails, and the parched sorrow of Thy thirst, and the wounding of Thy blessed body, and borne them for years twenty and three, and shown them as I have shown them to the sun and stars and the four winds, high up between heaven and earth, that men might be drawn to Thee, and carried them across the world from the outmost East to the outmost West?  Surely, Lord God!  Thou hast written my name in Thy Book of Life, and hast set for me a happy place in the heavens.  Surely, all I have and am I have given Thee; and all that a worm of the earth may do have I done!  If in anything I have failed, show me, Lord, I beseech Thee, wherein I have come short.  If any man there be more worthy in Thine eyes, let me, too, set eyes upon him, that I may learn of him how I may the better please Thee.  Teach me, Lord, that which I know not, for Thou alone knowest and art wise!"