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 ''shoulders, thought  of  us,  and  for  us offered  to  His  Father  the  death  He was  about  to  undergo. ''

Y most  beloved  Jesus,  I  embrace all  the  tribulations Thou hast  destined  for  me  until death. I beseech  Thee,  by  the merits of  the  pain  Thou  didst  suffer in carrying  Thy  Cross,  to  give  me the  necessary  help  to  carry  mine with perfect  patience  and  resignation. I love  Thee,  Jesus  my  love; I repent  of  having  offended  Thee. Never permit  me  to  separate  myself from  Thee  again. Grant that I may  love  Thee  always,  and  then do with  me  what  Thou  wilt.

Our Father. Hail Mary. Glory be, etc.

3. O,  how  sad,  and  sore  distressed,

Now  was    she,   that  Mother Blessed

Of the  sole  begotten  One.