I pray Thee, O my Lord, by Thy hidden, Thy treasured Name,
that calleth aloud in the kingdom of creation, and summoneth all peoples to the
Tree beyond which there is no passing, the seat of transcendent glory, to rain
down upon us, and upon Thy servants, the overflowing rain of Thy mercy, that it
may cleanse us from the remembrance of all else but Thee, and draw us nigh unto
the shores of the ocean of Thy grace. Ordain, O Lord, through Thy most exalted
Pen, that which will immortalize our souls in the Realm of glory, will
perpetuate our names in Thy Kingdom, and safeguard our lives in the treasuries
of Thy protection and our bodies in the stronghold of Thy inviolable fastness.
Powerful art Thou over all things, be they of the past or of the future. No God
is there but Thee, the omnipotent Protector, the Self-Subsisting.
- Baha’u’llah (‘Gleanings from the Writings of Baha’u’llah’)
