Glory be unto Thee, O Lord my God! Nothing whatsoever
escapeth Thy knowledge, nor is there anything that could slip from Thy grasp,
or anything that could thwart Thy Purpose, whether in the heavens or on the
earth, of the past or of the future.
Thou seest Paradise and the inmates thereof; Thou beholdest
the realm below and the dwellers thereof. All are but Thy servants and are held
within Thy grasp.
O Lord! Render victorious Thy
forbearing servants in Thy days by granting them a befitting victory, inasmuch
as they have sought martyrdom in Thy path. Send down upon them that which will
bring comfort to their minds, will rejoice their inner beings, will impart
assurance to their hearts and tranquillity to their bodies and will enable
their souls to ascend to the presence of God, the Most Exalted, and to attain
the supreme Paradise and such retreats of glory as Thou hast destined for men
of true knowledge and virtue. Verily Thou knowest all things, while we are but
Thy servants, Thy thralls, Thy bondsmen and Thy poor ones. No Lord but Thee do
we invoke, O God our Lord, nor do we implore blessings or grace from anyone but
Thee, O Thou Who art the God of mercy unto this world and the next. We are but
the embodiments of poverty, of nothingness, of helplessness and of perdition,
while Thy whole Being betokeneth wealth, independence, glory, majesty and
boundless grace.
Turn our recompense, O Lord, into that which well beseemeth
Thee of the good of this world and of the next, and of the manifold bounties
which extend from on high down to the earth below.
Verily Thou art our Lord and the Lord of all things. Into
Thy hands do we surrender ourselves, yearning for the things that pertain unto
Thee.
- The Báb (‘Selections from the Writings of the Báb)
