Thou beholdest, O my God, how the ungodly
have compassed Thy cities and Thy realms! I ask Thee by Thy Messengers and
Thy chosen ones and by Him whereby the standard of Thy divine unity hath
been implanted amidst Thy servants, to shield them by Thy bounty. Thou
art, verily, the Gracious, the All-Bountiful.
And, again, I ask Thee by the sweet showers of Thy grace and the billows
of the ocean of Thy favor, to ordain for Thy saints that which shall
solace their eyes and comfort their hearts. Lord! Thou seest him that
kneeleth yearning to arise and serve Thee, the dead calling for eternal
life from the ocean of Thy favor and craving to soar to the heavens of Thy
wealth, the stranger longing for his home of glory 'neath the canopy of
Thy grace, the seeker hastening by Thy mercy to Thy door of bounty, the
sinful turning to the ocean of forgiveness and pardon.
By Thy sovereignty, O Thou Who art glorified in the hearts of men! I have
turned to Thee, forsaking mine own will and desire, that Thy holy will and
pleasure may rule within me and direct me according to that which the pen
of Thy eternal decree hath destined for me.
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