O God, my God! These are Thy feeble servants;
they are Thy loyal bondsmen and
Thy handmaidens, who have bowed themselves
down before Thine exalted Utterance and humbled
themselves at Thy Threshold of light, and
borne witness to Thy oneness through which the
Sun hath been made to shine in midday splendor.
They have listened to the summons Thou didst
raise from out Thy hidden Realm, and with hearts
quivering with love and rapture, they have responded
to Thy call.
O Lord, shower upon them all the outpourings
of Thy mercy, rain down upon them all the waters
of Thy grace. Make them to grow as beauteous
plants in the garden of heaven, and from the full
and brimming clouds of Thy bestowals and out of
the deep pools of Thine abounding grace make
Thou this garden to flower, and keep it ever green
and lustrous, ever fresh and shimmering and fair.
Thou art, verily, the Mighty, the Exalted, the
Powerful, He Who alone, in the heavens and on
the earth, abideth unchanged. There is none other
God save Thee, the Lord of manifest tokens and