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HAIL, sweet Jesus! praise, and honour, and glory, be to Thee, O Christ, who for my sake didst endure the discomforts of heat and cold, of hunger, thirst, of sweatings, and painful labours. Grant that I may receive whatsoever adversity with cheerfulness from Thy hand, and may endure it patiently for thine honour. Whatever strait, whatever desolation of spirit, whatever circumstance comes upon me, grant me to abide immoveable in Thee. May I always consider and seek after Thee, and not myself; and have at heart, not my own, but Thy most Holy Will,
Hail, sweet Jesus! praise, and honour, and 24glory, be to Thee, O Christ, who didst undergo many labours, whilst as the Saviour of the world, and thirsting for the conversion of souls, Thou didst pass whole nights in prayer, wert wearied with journeyings, didst run from country to country, from city to city, from district to district, from village to village. Grant, I beseech Thee, that my love for Thee may make me ready and active in every good work, and that I may never become slothful in Thy service. Make me ardently desire, and as far as in me lies, earnestly promote the salvation of all men. Make me at all times zealous for Thine honour, and ready to spend myself wholly for Thy sake.
Hail, sweet Jesus! praise, and honour, and glory be to Thee, O Christ, who, whilst Thou didst dwell with men, vouchsafedst to comfort them with exceeding kindness, and mercifully to cure them, by the working of many miracles, of their sicknesses and diseases. Give me a good heart, full of affection and compassion for all men, so that I may have pity on the afflictions of others, may feel their misfortunes as my own, may bear cheerfully with their failings, and according to my power, may with 25gladness minister unto their necessities. O cleanse and heal my soul from all evil passions and wicked desires, that, delivered from these evils, it may freely raise itself to Thee, and cleave to Thee with most spotless love.
Hail, sweet Jesus! praise, and honour, and glory, be to Thee, O Christ, who didst preach peace, mid the kingdom of heaven with singular zeal and unspeakable affection, earnestly longing for the salvation of all men, and desiring to bring all men unto Thyself, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings. Grant me grace to long most earnestly for the salvation of others, grant that I may never selfishly spare myself, may never refuse any thing for Thy sake, and that I may always temper my zeal with holy discretion.
Hail, sweet Jesus! praise, and honour, and glory, be to Thee, O Christ, who didst not refuse the company of publicans and sinners, but didst show most condescending kindness to Matthew, Zaccheus, Mary Magdalen, to the woman taken in adultery, and to many other penitents, and didst at once grant them remission of their sins. Grant that I may most gladly receive all 26men with charity and affection, may readily forgive all who injure me, and may love most truly those who hate me, and may never be so weak as to show to any a want of sincere affection. Grant me the entire pardon of my sins, give me an undoubting hope of Thy grace, and a perpetual and holy confidence in Thy mercy.
Hail, sweet Jesus! praise, and honour, and glory, be to Thee, O Christ, who, for my sake didst suffer so many injuries, so many blasphemies, so many reproaches and deceits, such innumerable persecutions from those very persons whom Thou hadst loaded with kindness. Give me a truly innocent and simple heart, that I may sincerely love my enemies, may pity them from my inmost soul, may lovingly excuse them, and by repaying their evil with good, may please Thee by charity and most perfect patience.
Hail, sweet Jesus! praise, and honour, and glory be to Thee, O Christ, who didst approach Jerusalem in lowliness, meek, and sitting upon an ass, and amidst the songs of praise of the crowds who went forth to meet Thee, didst shed tears, weeping over the destruction of the city, and the ruin of ungrateful souls. Vouchsafe to me a perfect knowledge 27of myself, that I may see how unworthy I am, and may deeply humble and despise myself. O that I may never take any delight in the praise and applause of men, but may give myself up, to my soul’s profit, to hidden tears of penitence and love. May I feel the wants of others as if they were my own, and weep over their sins with a loving heart, as I should over my own. Amen.
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