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 Directing Spirit, be  thou  near,

Thou art  my  God, my all!

Pray for  us,  Mary, Mother, sweet,

Mother most  kind,  thy  Son entreat,

Ever refresh  our  weary  feet.

That seek  his  homeward call!

Jesu, by  saintly  Choirs  adored.

Light of  the  world, the  Angels Lord,

Way, Life, and  Truth,  all hail!

Thy sons,  O Man  of  many woes.

Draw peace  and  healing  from thy throes,

And Death  of  high  avail.

Our Father. Hail Mary.

Jesu, great  King  of  saving wealth,

Death’s Conqu’ror,  Lord  of life  and  health,

Make me  to  share  thy  bitter Tree,

That I,  who  taste  of  death with thee,

May taste  thy  joys  undying;

Yet while  I ask,  my  sin  alarms,

Till I behold  thine  outstretch’d arms

And Body  bleeding — then  I fall

In prostrate  love,  and  vow, thee all,

On hope  of  love  relying!

The nails  thy  tender  Feet  that pierce,

The wounds,  the  gashes,  large and fierce,

I feel them  all,  and  joy  to  feel,

Yet, scared  by  all  thy  wounds reveal,

The stricken  heart  recoils.

Oh, how  shall  rescued  sinners prove

Meet gratitude  for  boundless love?

What love  like  thine,  which paid our  cost,

And won  the  heav’n  our  sins had lost,

By its  atoning  toils?

O sweetest Jesu,  God  of might,

Thou art  my  portion  and  delight.

What can  I need,  possessing thee,

And what  are  countless worlds to  me

Without my  God,  my  all?

Give me,  O Lord,  to  enter  in,

And hide  this  heart,  defiled with sin,

In thy  red  Wounds  and  punctures deep;

Lest, when  o’er  earth  thy vengeance sweep,

On me  the  light’ning  fall!