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LXVIII: “Praised be Thou, O my God! Thou seest me shut up…” 111 |
Praised be Thou, O my God! Thou seest me shut up
in this Prison, and art well aware that I have entered
it solely for Thy sake and for the sake of the glorification
of Thy word and the proclamation of Thy
Cause. I cry out to Thee, this very moment, O Thou
Who art the Lord of all worlds, beseeching Thee, by
Thine undoubted Name, to attract the hearts of Thy
servants unto the Day-Spring of Thy most excellent
titles and the Dawning-Place of Thy most resplendent
signs.
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But for the troubles that touch me in Thy path,
O my God, how else could my heart rejoice in Thy
days; and were it not for the blood which is shed for
love of Thee, what else could tinge the faces of Thy
chosen ones before the eyes of Thy creatures? I swear
by Thy might! The ornament that adorneth the
countenance of Thy dear ones is the blood which, in
their love for Thee, floweth out of their foreheads
over their faces.
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Thou beholdest, O my God, how every bone in my
body soundeth like a pipe with the music of Thine
inspiration, revealing the signs of Thy oneness and the
clear tokens of Thy unity. I entreat Thee, O my God,
by Thy Name which irradiateth all things, to raise up
such servants as shall incline their ears to the voice
of the melodies that hath ascended from the right
hand of the throne of Thy glory. Make them, then,
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to quaff from the hand of Thy grace the wine of
Thy mercy, that it may assure their hearts, and cause
them to turn away from the left hand of idle fancies
and vain imaginings to the right hand of confidence
and certitude.
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Now that Thou hast guided them unto the door of
Thy grace, O my Lord, cast them not away, by Thy
bounty; and now that Thou hast summoned them
unto the horizon of Thy Cause, keep them not back
from Thee, by Thy graciousness and favor. Powerful
art Thou to do as Thou pleasest. No God is there but
Thee, the Omniscient, the All-Informed.
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