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 shouldst even  cast  thine  eyes  upon  me;  yet  well  I know  that  thou,  beholding  Jesus,  thy  Son,  dying  for sinners, dost  thyself  yearn  to  save  them. O Mother of mercy! look on  my  miseries,  and  have  pity  on me. Men say  thou  art  the  refuge  of  the  sinner,  the hope of  the  despairing,  the  aid  of  the  abandoned:  be thou,  then,  my  refuge,  my  hope,  and  my  aid. It is  thy prayers which  must  save  me. For the  love  of  Jesus Christ be  thou  my  help,  reach  forth  thy  hand  to  the poor fallen  wretch  who  cries  to  thee  for  succor. I know that  thy  heart  delights  to  aid  the  sinner when thou  canst:  help  me,  then,  now  whilst  thou canst. My sins  have  forfeited  the  grace  of  God  and my own  soul. Behold me  in  thy  hands. Oh, tell  me what  to  do  that  I  may  regain  my  Saviour's  grace,  and lo! I do  it. He bids  me  go  to  thee  for  help;  He wills  that  I  should  seek  thy  tender  pity's  refuge,  that so, not  thy  dear  Son's  merits  only,  but  thine  own prayers too,  may  help  to  save  me. To thee,  then,  I have  recourse;  pray  thou  to  Jesus  for  me,  and  make me know  and  feel  what  thou  canst  do  for  one  who trusts in  thee. Be it  done  unto  me  according  to  my hope. Amen. Hail Mary,  ''three  times.

reat Saint ――――,  my  glorious  patron,  I  render thanks to  God  that  He  has  crowned  thee  with such great  glory  and  happiness  in  His  courts.

But, amidst  thy  greatness,  forget  not  me,  miserable sinner that  I  am;  have  compassion  on  me,  for  I  am still  a  traveller  here  below,  wandering  in  this  vale  of tears,  mourning  and  weeping,  and  exposed  to  great