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O Jesus! True and faithful Vine! remember the abundant outpouring of Blood which Thou didst so generously shed, pressed down and running over as the grape crushed in the wine press.

From Thy side, pierced with a lance by a soldier, blood and water issued forth until there was not left in Thy Body a single drop, and ﬁnally, like a bundle of myrrh lifted to the very top of the cross, Thy delicate ﬂesh was destroyed, the very substance of Thy Body withered, and the marrow of Thy bones dried up.

Through this bitter Passion and through the outpouring of Thy Precious Blood, I beg of Thee, O sweet Jesus, to pierce my heart, so that my tears of penitence and love may be my bread night and day. May I be converted entirely to Thee, may my heart be Thy perpetual resting place, may my conversation be pleasing to Thee, and may the end of my life be so praiseworthy that I may merit heaven and there, with Thy saints, praise Thee forever. Amen.