I implore Thee by the splendour of the light of Thy glorious
face, the majesty of Thine ancient grandeur and the power of Thy transcendent
sovereignty to ordain for us at this moment every measure of that which is good
and seemly and to destine for us every portion of the outpourings of Thy grace.
For granting of gifts doth not cause Thee loss, nor doth the bestowing of
favours diminish Thy wealth.
- The Báb (‘Selections from
the Writings of the Báb’)
