He is God.
O ye beloved and ideal friends of God!
The divine voice from the invisible Kingdom of Abha is reaching those who are asleep in the valley of unconsciousness with the call:— O ye heedless, awake! O ye drunken, be sober! O ye dead, arise! O ye wilted, be revived and full of vigor! O ye dumb, speak! O ye silent, cry out!
The voice is the melody of the Covenant, and the effulgences are from the Light of the bountiful bestowals of the horizons. It is the breeze of the meadows of singleness that is blowing and the effusion of the fragrances of the rose gardens that are wafting; it is the candle of the favor of the Ancient Beauty (Baha'u'llah) that is lighted in every assembly; it is the outpouring of the clouds of mercy that is bestowing freshness to every garden and lawn; it is the verse of oneness that is uttered in the glorious Book, and the tablets of the unique Lord of the Kingdom are unfolding the mysteries of "they are clothed by the new creation"; incline your ears in order that ye may hear the melody of joy, and open your eyes to see the lights.
The favor of the Truth is abundant and His ancient bestowal is uninterrupted. His cycle is all light. His century fulfills all the signs. Be not hopeless neither disappointed. It is the day of hope and the century of the Glorious God. It is the first resurrection and the dispensation of the Beauty of Abha!—May my soul be a ransom to His Blessed Threshold.
