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Rh bitterness with which Thy soul was overflowed in the garden of Gethsemane, that I may thereby be rendered truly contrite. Pardon me, O merciful God, for all the sins that I have committed, or to which I have been accessory; pardon me for the good which I have neglected to do, or which I have done badly; pardon me for all the sins of which I acknowledge myself guilty and those I may have forgotten. I detest them, and I wish to repair, at the price of all that is dearest to me, the misfortune of having offended Thee.

HAVE sinned, O Father, against heaven and before Thee; I am no longer worthy to be called Thy son. I am firmly resolved to immolate all that I hold most precious rather than again offend Thee. Because Thou art infinitely good, and because Thy mercy knows no