s there but Thee, the Help in Peril, the
Self-Subsisting.

CLXX: "THY NAME IS MY HEALING, O MY GOD, AND REMEMBRANCE..."

Thy name is my healing, O my God, and remembrance of Thee is my remedy.
Nearness to Thee is my hope, and love for Thee is my companion. Thy mercy
to me is my healing and my succor in both this world and the world to
come. Thou, verily, art the All-Bountiful, the All-Knowing, the All-Wise.

CLXXI: "O MY GOD, MY MASTER, THE GOAL OF MY DESIRE!..."

O my God, my Master, the Goal of my desire! This, Thy servant, seeketh to
sleep in the shelter of Thy mercy, and to repose beneath the canopy of Thy
grace, imploring Thy care and Thy protection.

I beg of Thee, O my Lord, by Thine eye that sleepeth not, to guard mine
eyes from beholding aught beside Thee. Strengthen, then, their vision that
they may discern Thy signs, and behold the Horizon of Thy Revelation. Thou
art He before the revelations of Whose omnipotence the quintessence of
power hath trembled.

No God is there but Thee, the Almighty, the All-Subduing, the
Unconditioned.

CLXXII: "HOW CAN I CHOOSE TO SLEEP, O GOD, MY GOD, WHEN..."

How can I choose to sleep, O God, my God, when the eyes of them that long
for Thee are wakeful because of their separation from Thee; and how can I
lie down to rest whilst the souls of Thy lovers are sore vexed in their
remoteness from Thy presence?

I have committed, O my Lord, my spirit and my entire being into the right
hand of Thy might and Thy protection, and I lay my head on my pillow
through Thy power, and lift it up according to Thy will and Thy
good-pleasure. Thou art, in truth, the Preserver, the Keeper, the
Almighty, the Most Powerful.

By Thy might! I ask not, whether sleeping or waking, but that which Thou
dost desire. I am Thy servant and in Thy hands. Do Thou graciously aid me
to do what will shed forth the fragrance of Thy good pleasure. This,
truly, is my hope and the hope of them that enjoy near access to Thee.
Praised be Thou, O Lord of the worlds!

CLXXIII: "MY GOD, MY ADORED ONE, MY KING, MY DESIRE!..."

My God, my Adored One, my King, my Desire! What tongue can voice my thanks
to Thee? I was heedless, Thou didst awaken me. I had turned back from
Thee, Thou didst graciously aid me to turn towards Thee. I was as one
dead, Thou didst quicken me with the water of life. I was withered, Thou
didst revive me with the heavenly stream of Thine utterance whic