How sweet to my taste is the bitterness of death suffered in Thy path, and
how precious in my estimation are the shafts of Thine enemies when
encountered for the sake of the exaltation of Thy word! Let me quaff in
Thy Cause, O my God, whatsoever Thou didst desire, and send down upon me
in Thy love all Thou didst ordain. By Thy glory! I wish only what Thou
wishest, and cherish what Thou cherishest. In Thee have I, at all times,
placed my whole trust and confidence.
Raise up, I implore Thee, O my God, as helpers to this Revelation such as
shall be counted worthy of Thy name and of Thy sovereignty, that they may
remember me among Thy creatures, and hoist the ensigns of Thy victory in
Thy land.
Potent art Thou to do what pleaseth Thee. No God is there but Thee, the
Help in Peril, the Self-Subsisting.
--Baha'u'llah
"Glorified art Thou, O Lord my God! Every..."
Glorified art Thou, O Lord my God! Every man of insight confesseth Thy
sovereignty and Thy dominion, and every discerning eye perceiveth the
greatness of Thy majesty and the compelling power of Thy might. The winds
of tests are powerless to hold back them that enjoy near access to Thee
from setting their faces towards the horizon of Thy glory, and the
tempests of trials must fail to draw away and hinder such as are wholly
devoted to Thy will from approaching Thy court.
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