e and of the Day-Spring of Thy Revelation, to tear asunder the veils
which have hindered me from recognizing Thee, and from immersing myself
beneath the ocean of Thy knowledge. Hold Thou me with the hands of Thy
power, and grant that I may be so carried away by the sweet melodies of
the Dove of Thy oneness, that I will cease to regard in all creation any
face except Thy face, O Thou the Goal of my desire, and will recognize in
the visible world naught else save the evidences of Thy might, O Thou Who
art the God of mercy!

I am but a wretched creature, O my Lord, and Thou art the All-Possessing,
the Most High; and I am all weakness, and Thou art the Almighty, and the
Supreme Ordainer in both the beginning and the end. Withhold not from me
the fragrances of Thy Revelation, and shatter not my hopes in the
outpourings which have been sent down out of the heaven of Thy gifts.
Ordain Thou for me, O my God, the good of this world and the world to
come, and grant me what will profit me in every world of Thy worlds, for I
know not what will help or harm me. Thou, in truth, art the All-Knowing,
the All-Wise.

Have mercy, then, O my God, upon Thy servants who are drowned in the midst
of the ocean of evil suggestions, and deliver them by the power of Thy
sovereignty, O Thou Who art the Lord of all names and attributes! Thou art
He Who from everlasting hath ordained what hath pleased Thee, and will
unto everlasting abide the same. No God is there but Thee, the
Ever-Forgiving, the Most Merciful.

CLXIV: "O GOD, MY GOD! I HAVE SET OUT FROM MY HOME,..."

O God, my God! I have set out from my home, holding fast unto the cord of
Thy love, and I have committed myself wholly to Thy care and Thy
protection. I entreat Thee by Thy power through which Thou didst protect
Thy loved ones from the wayward and the perverse, and from every
contumacious oppressor, and every wicked doer who hath strayed far from
Thee, to keep me safe by Thy bounty and Thy grace. Enable me, then, to
return to my home by Thy power and Thy might. Thou art, truly, the
Almighty, the Help in Peril, the Self-Subsisting.

CLXV: "FROM THE SWEET-SCENTED STREAMS OF THINE ETERNITY..."

From the sweet-scented streams of Thine eternity give me to drink, O my
God, and of the fruits of the tree of Thy being enable me to taste, O my
Hope! From the crystal springs of Thy love suffer me to quaff, O my Glory,
and beneath the shadow of Thine everlasting providence