hou art He Who from everlasting
hath been the King of the entire creation and its Prime Mover, and Thou
wilt to everlasting remain the Lord of all created things and their
Ordainer. Glorified art Thou, O my God! If Thou ceasest to be merciful
unto Thy servants, who, then, will show mercy unto them; and if Thou
refusest to succor Thy loved ones, who is there that can succor them?
Glorified, immeasurably glorified art Thou! Thou art adored in Thy truth,
and Thee do we all, verily, worship; and Thou art manifest in Thy justice,
and to Thee do we all, verily, bear witness. Thou art, in truth, beloved
in Thy grace. No God is there but Thee, the Help in Peril, the
Self-Subsisting.
--Baha'u'llah
"He is God, exalted is He, the Lord of loving-kindness..."
He is God, exalted is He, the Lord of loving-kindness and bounty!
Glory be unto Thee, Thou, O my God, the Lord Omnipotent. I testify to
Thine omnipotence and Thy might, Thy sovereignty and Thy loving-kindness,
Thy grace and Thy power, the oneness of Thy Being and the unity of Thine
Essence, Thy sanctity and exaltation above the world of being and all that
is therein.
O my God! Thou seest me detached from all save Thee, holding fast unto
Thee and turning unto the ocean of Thy bounty, to the heaven of Thy favor,
to the Daystar of Thy grace.
Lord! I bear witness that in Thy servant Thou hast reposed Thy Trust, and
that is the Spirit wherewith Thou hast given life to the world.
I ask of Thee by the splendor of the Orb of Thy Revelation, mercifully to
accept from him that which he hath achieved in Thy days. Grant then that
he may be invested with the glory of Thy good-pleasure and adorned with
Thine acceptance.
O my Lord! I myself and all created things bear witness unto Thy might,
and I pray Thee not to turn away from Thyself this spirit that hath
ascended unto Thee, unto Thy heavenly place, Thine exalted Paradise and
Thy retreats of nearness, O Thou who art the Lord of all men!
Grant, then, O my God, that Thy servant may consort with Thy chosen ones,
Thy saints and Thy Messengers in heavenly places that the pen cannot tell
nor the tongue recount.
O my Lord, the poor one hath verily hastened unto the Kingdom of Thy
wealth, the stranger unto his home within Thy precincts, he that is sore
athirst to the heavenly river of Thy bounty. Deprive him not, O Lord, from
his share of the banquet of Thy grace and from the favor of Thy bounty.
Thou art in truth the
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