Thee, and fix my gaze
upon the horizon of Thy will and be steadfast in Thy love.

I have, O my Lord, turned unto Thee according to what Thou hast commanded
me in Thy Book, and have set my face towards the horizon of Thy
loving-kindness even as Thou hast permitted me in Thy Tablets. Cast me not
out of the door of Thy grace, I beseech Thee, and write down for me the
recompense destined for him who hath entered Thy presence, and hath risen
to serve Thee, and hath been carried away by the drops sprinkled upon him
from the Ocean of Thy favors in Thy days, and by the splendors of the
Day-Star of Thy gifts that have been shed upon him at the revelation of
the light of Thy countenance.

Potent art Thou to do what pleaseth Thee. No God is there save Thee, the
Help in Peril, the Self-Subsisting.

CXXXVI: "LAUDED BE THY NAME, O LORD MY GOD! I AM THY..."

Lauded be Thy Name, O Lord my God! I am Thy servant who hath laid hold on
the cord of Thy tender mercies, and clung to the hem of Thy bounteousness.
I entreat Thee by Thy name whereby Thou hast subjected all created things,
both visible and invisible, and through which the breath that is life
indeed was wafted over the entire creation, to strengthen me by Thy power
which hath encompassed the heavens and the earth, and to guard me from all
sickness and tribulation. I bear witness that Thou art the Lord of all
names, and the Ordainer of all that may please Thee. There is none other
God but Thee, the Almighty, the All-Knowing, the All-Wise.

Do Thou ordain for me, O my Lord, what will profit me in every world of
Thy worlds. Supply me, then, with what Thou hast written down for the
chosen ones among Thy creatures, whom neither the blame of the blamer, nor
the clamor of the infidel, nor the estrangement of such as have withdrawn
from Thee, hath deterred from turning towards Thee.

Thou, truly, art the Help in Peril through the power of Thy sovereignty.
No God is there save Thee, the Almighty, the Most Powerful.

CXXXVII: "GLORIFIED ART THOU, O MY GOD! I YIELD THEE THANKS..."

Glorified art Thou, O my God! I yield Thee thanks that Thou hast made
known unto me Him Who is the Day-Spring of Thy mercy, and the
Dawning-Place of Thy grace, and the Repository of Thy Cause. I beseech
Thee by Thy Name, through which the faces of them that are nigh unto Thee
have turned white, and the hearts of such as are devoted to Thee have
winged their flight towards Thee, to grant