Augustine of Hippo
Our ancestors have passed away, yet God remains alive: in this life, we may not always possess earthly fathers, but in the eternal homeland, we will forever have a living Father. What sort of land is that? You cherish wealth here. God Himself will be your treasure. You seek after a clear spring. What wisdom could be more evident than this? What could shine brighter? All that you currently treasure, in place of everything, you will have Him who brought forth all creation, as if my spirit were abundantly filled, and the joyful lips would extol Your name. In this desolate place, I will lift my hands in Your name: let my soul be filled as if with the richest blessing, and my mouth shall celebrate Your name with joy. For now, prayer exists alongside our thirst: when the thirst is quenched, prayer will cease, and praise will take its place. And the voices of those who rejoice shall glorify Your name.