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 And Thou,  my  dear  Jesus,  Who  to  obtain  for  me a  happy  death  didst  give  Thyself  to  suffer  such  a bitter  death,  abandon  me  not  in  my  last  hour. From this time  I  embrace  Thee,  that  I  may  die  in  Thy arms. I deserve  hell,  but  I  throw  myself  on  Thy mercy, hoping  in  Thy  Blood  to  die  in  Thy  friendship, and  to  receive  Thy  blessing  when  I  shall  see Thee first  as  my  judge. Into Thy  hands,  wounded for my  love,  I  commend  my  soul. I hope  in  Thee, that Thou  wilt  not  then  condemn  me  to  hell. In te, Domine,  speravi,  non  confundar  in  aeternum.  Ah, help me  always,  but  especially  at  my  death;  grant me to  die  loving  Thee,  so  that  the  last  sigh  of  life may be  an  act  of  love,  which  shall  transport  me  from this earth  to  love  Thee  forever  in  paradise.

Jesus, Mary,  and  Joseph,  assist  me  in  my  agony! Jesus, Mary,  and  Joseph,  I  give  myself  to  you;  do you  receive  my  soul  at  that  moment.

Jesus, my Redeemer, Who within a few moments wilt be  my  Judge,  have  mercy  upon me before  the  moment  comes  when  Thou wilt judge  me. No, my  sins  do  not  terrify  me,  nor the rigors  of  Thy  judgment,  while  I  see  Thee  dead upon this  cross  to  save  me.

Yet, cease  not  to  comfort  me  in  the  agony  to which  I  am  come:  my  enemies  would  terrify  me  by saying  that  there  is  no  salvation  for  me:  "  Many  say unto  my  soul,  there  is  no  salvation  for  him  in  his God." But I  will  never  cease  to  trust  in  Thy  goodness, and  say,  "Thou,  O  Lord,  art  my  lifter  up." Do Thou comfort  me;  do  Thou  make  me  feel  that  Thou art my  salvation:  "  Say  unto  my  soul,  I  am  Thy  salvation." Oh, let  not  all  those  pangs,  those  insults endured, that  blood  poured  forth  by  Thee,  be  lost unto me. " Thou  hast  redeemed  me,  dying  upon  the cross;  let  not  so  great  labor  be  in  vain." Especially,