Louka Ménard Blondin

Psalm 147:17

He casts out His hail like morsels; Who can stand before His cold?

A son of the Kingdom while yet on earth, thou didst ever yearn for the Son of God, crying out to Him: Be Thou my food and drink; be Thou the light of my soul; be Thou my surcease amid sorrows; be Thou life everlasting according to the resurrection, that I may supemely exalt Thee unto the ages!

— St. Tikhon of Zadonsk