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 were so  long  and  so  broad, teach me,  that  am  deeply sunk in  sins,  to  keep,  by  true charity, thy  broad  commandment. Amen. ''Our Father. Mail Mary. ''

O Jesus! most deep  abyss of mercy,  I pray  thee,  by  the depth of  thy  Wounds,  which passed through  thy  heart  and the marrow  of  thy  bones,  to drag  me  out,  sunken  as  I am in  sins,  and  hide  me  in  the holes of  thy  Wounds  from  the face of  thy  anger,  till  thy wrath, O Lord,  pass  away. Amen. ''Our Father. Hail Mary. ''

O Jesus! the Mirror  of truth,  the  Seal  of  unity,  and the Bond  of  charity,  remember the  countless  number  of thy  Wounds,  with  which  thou wert wounded  from  the  top of thy  head  to  the  sole  of  thy foot, and  the  greatness  of  the anguish, which,  reddened  with thy most  holy  Blood,  thou enduredst for  us  in  thy  virgin Flesh! O loving Jesus,  what is there  that  thou  oughtst  to do  more  for  us  that  thou  hast not done!

Write, O loving  Jesus! I beseech thee,  in  my  heart, all thy  Wounds  with  thy  most precious Blood,  that,  reading in them  thy  sorrow  and  thy death, I may  persevere  in thanksgiving  constantly  to the  end. Amen. ''Our Father. Hail Mary. ''

O Jesus! most strong  Lion, immortal  and  invincible King, remember  the  agony which thou  sufferedst  when all the  powers  of  thy  heart and body  utterly  failed  thee, and bowing  thy  head  thou saidst, It  is  consummated!

By this  anguish  and  sorrow, have  mercy  on  me  in the  final  consummation  of my  departure,  when  my  soul is in  anguish  and  my  spirit troubled. Amen. Our Father. Hail Mary.

O Jesus! Only begotten of the  Father  Most  High, Splendour and  figure  of  his substance, remember the earnest commendation  with which thou  commendedst  thy spirit to  the  Father,  in  saying, Father,  into  thy  hands I commend my  spirit: and with torn  body  and  broken heart, when  the  bowels  of thy  mercy  were  opened  for our redemption,  didst  expire with a great  cry.

By this  thy  most  precious Death, I beseech  thee,  O King of saints,  strengthen  me  to resist  flesh  and  blood,  the devil and  the  world,  that,  being dead  to  the  world,  I may live to  thee: and  in  my  departure’s last  hour  receive my spirit,  returning  as  an exile  and  a pilgrim  to  thee!