Joseph Jacobs There was once upon a time a poor widow who had an only son named Jack, and a cow named Milky-white. And all they had to live on was the milk the cow gave every morning, which they carried to the market and sold. But one morn... Read more of JACK AND THE BEANSTALK at Children Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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O Thou The Lord Of The Visible And The Invisible,






O Thou the Lord of the visible and the invisible, and the Enlightener of
all creation! I beseech Thee, by Thy sovereignty which is hid from the
eyes of men, to reveal in all directions the signs of Thy manifold
blessings and the tokens of Thy loving-kindness, that I may arise with
exultation and rapture and extol Thy wondrous virtues, O Thou the Most
Merciful, and stir up by Thy name all created things, and so kindle the
fire of Thy glorification amidst Thy creatures, that all the world may be
filled with the brightness of the light of Thy glory, and all existence be
inflamed with the fire of Thy Cause.

Roll not up, O my Lord, what hath been spread out in Thy name, and
extinguish not the lamp which Thine own fire hath lit. Withhold not, O my
Lord, the water that is life indeed from running down--the water from whose
murmuring the wondrous melodies which extol and glorify Thee can be heard.
Deny not, moreover, Thy servants the sweet fragrance of the breath which
hath been wafted through Thy love.

Thou seest, O Thou Who art my All-Glorious Beloved, the restless waves
that surge within the ocean of my heart, in my love and yearning towards
Thee. I implore Thee, by the signs of Thy majesty and the evidences of Thy
sovereignty, to subdue Thy servants by this Name Which Thou hast made to
be the King of all names in the kingdom of Thy creation. Potent art Thou
to rule as Thou pleasest. No God is there but Thee, the All-Glorious, the
All-Bountiful.

Do Thou ordain, moreover, for every one who hath turned towards Thee what
will make him steadfast in Thy Cause, in such wise that neither the vain
imaginations of the infidels among Thy creatures, nor the idle talk of the
froward amidst Thy servants will have the power to shut him out from Thee.
Thou, verily, art the Help in Peril, the Almighty, the Most Powerful.





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