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 stars in the highest heaven. Oh, write my name in these thy Wounds, good Jesus, and hide me therein from the face of the tempter. And by the many wounds and merits of all thy sacred Limbs, vouchsafe to my soul at its departure hence that innocence which thou hast acquired for thy Church by their several anguish and passion. Amen.

My most dear and loving Lord Jesus Christ, by the unutterable love wherewith thou didst love the race of men, when thou, the King of Heaven, didst hang upon the cross, thy Body all marred with wounds, thy Heart pierced through, thy Senses confused, thy most beauteous Face so piteously sad, thy ruddy Wounds dripping blood, thine Arms stretched out and thy Feet dug through, thy most sacred Limbs all wrenched and out of joint, thy Mouth livid and thy Countenance pale, thy tearful Eyes dimmed with the shadow of death, thy Breast heaving with sighs, thy Head bowed, thy Side laid open, and thy Soul saturated with sorrows: by all these, and by the love which broke thy sweetest Heart when thy blessed Soul went forth from thy Body, have mercy on my soul, I beseech thee, in the hour of my going hence. Amen.

St. Mechtilde once