eople to turn in the direction of Thy manifold bounties, and set
their faces towards the Tabernacle of Thy wisdom. Heal Thou the sicknesses
that have assailed the souls on every side, and have deterred them from
directing their gaze towards the Paradise that lieth in the shelter of Thy
shadowing Name, which Thou didst ordain to be the King of all names unto
all who are in heaven and all who are on earth. Potent art Thou to do as
pleaseth Thee. In Thy hands is the empire of all names. There is none
other God but Thee, the Mighty, the Wise.

I am but a poor creature, O my Lord; I have clung to the hem of Thy
riches. I am sore sick; I have held fast the cord of Thy healing. Deliver
me from the ills that have encircled me, and wash me thoroughly with the
waters of Thy graciousness and mercy, and attire me with the raiment of
wholesomeness, through Thy forgiveness and bounty. Fix, then, mine eyes
upon Thee, and rid me of all attachment to aught else except Thyself. Aid
me to do what Thou desirest, and to fulfill what Thou pleasest.

Thou art truly the Lord of this life and of the next. Thou art, in truth,
the Ever-Forgiving, the Most Merciful.

--Baha'u'llah

"Glory be to Thee, O Lord my God! I beg of..."

Glory be to Thee, O Lord my God! I beg of Thee by Thy Name through which
He Who is Thy Beauty hath been stablished upon the throne of Thy Cause,
and by Thy Name through which Thou changest all things, and gatherest
together all things, and callest to account all things, and rewardest all
things, and preservest all things, and sustainest all things--I beg of Thee
to guard this handmaiden who hath fled for refuge to Thee, and hath sought
the shelter of Him in Whom Thou Thyself art manifest, and hath put her
whole trust and confidence in Thee.

She is sick, O my God, and hath entered beneath the shadow of the Tree of
Thy healing; afflicted, and hath fled to the City of Thy protection;
diseased, and hath sought the Fountainhead of Thy favors; sorely vexed,
and hath hasted to attain the Wellspring of Thy tranquillity; burdened
with sin, and hath set her face toward the court of Thy forgiveness.

Attire her, by Thy sovereignty and Thy loving-kindness, O my God and my
Beloved, with the raiment of Thy balm and Thy healing, and make her quaff
of the cup of Thy mercy and Thy favors. Protect her, moreover, from every
affliction and ailment, from all pain and sickness, and from whatsoever
may be abhorrent unto Thee.

Tho