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O Jesus! true liberty of the angels, Paradise of delights, remember the horror and sadness which Thou didst endure when Thy enemies, like furious lions, surrounded Thee, and by thousands of blows, insults, lacerations and other unheard-of cruelties, tormented Thee at will.

Through these torments and insulting words, I beg of Thee, O my Savior, to deliver me from all enemies, both visible and invisible, and under Thy protection, may I attain the perfection of eternal salvation. Amen.  

O Jesus! Creater of Heaven and Earth, whom nothing can encompass nor limit, Thou Who dost enfold and hold all under Thy loving power, remember the very bitter pain which Thou didst suffer when the Jews nailed Thy sacred hands and feet to the cross by blow after blow with blunt nails, and, not ﬁnding Thee in a pitiable enough state to satisfy