Glorified art Thou, O Lord my God! I implore Thee by the onrushing winds
of Thy grace, and by them Who are the Day-Springs of Thy purpose and the
Dawning-Places of Thine inspiration, to send down upon me and upon all
that have sought Thy face that which beseemeth Thy generosity and
bountiful grace, and is worthy of Thy bestowals and favors. Poor and
desolate I am, O my Lord! Immerse me in the ocean of Thy wealth; athirst,
suffer me to drink from the living waters of Thy loving-kindness.
I beseech Thee, by Thine own Self and by Him Whom Thou hast appointed as
the Manifestation of Thine own Being and Thy discriminating Word unto all
that are in heaven and on earth, to gather together Thy servants beneath
the shade of the Tree of Thy gracious providence. Help them, then, to
partake of its fruits, to incline their ears to the rustling of its
leaves, and to the sweetness of the voice of the Bird that chanteth upon
its branches. Thou art, verily, the Help in Peril, the Inaccessible, the
Almighty, the Most Bountiful.