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 this one  desire,  that  what  is momentary  and  light  of  my tribulation  may  work  for  me an  eternal  weight  of  glory  in heaven. ''Our Father. Hail Mary. ''

Most gracious  Jesus,  in the  most  sweet  wound  of  thy blessed Right  Hand  I lay  up henceforth  all  my  works, whatever they  may  be,  that I do by  the  help  of  thy  grace, and so  dedicate  and  consecrate them to  thy  honour  and  glory, as to  be  wholly  unwilling that their  merit  should  be marred  by  vain-glory,  but that their  full  and  plentiful reward may  remain  laid  up for  me  in  heaven. ''Our Father. Hail Mary. ''

Most gracious  Jesus,  into the most  sweet  wound  of  thy Left Hand  I plunge  all  my  sins and failings,  with  this  one earnest entreaty,  that  thou wouldst so  destroy  and  extinguish them  with  thy  rosy Blood, which  thou  hast  poured out of  it  for  our  salvation,  that they may  not  accuse  me  before thy  tribunal,  nor  demand of thee,  the  just  Judge,  the sentence of  condemnation against me. ''Our Father. Hail Mary. ''

Most gracious  Jesus,  to  the loving wound  of  thy  transfixed Heart  I resign  my  own heart, with  all  its  desires  and affections, that  thou  mayest so fill  and  influence  it  with thy divine  love,  that  it  may never again  henceforth,  even in the  least  degree,  recede from thy  commandments. ''Our Father. Hail Mary. ''

Most meek  Jesus,  by  the saving wound  of  thy  Right Foot, forgive  me  all  that  I have ever offended  in  against  thee by bad  thoughts,  and  by  its infinite merit  make  up  to me  whatever  I have  lost  by the  neglect  of  good  thoughts, that henceforth  I may  desire, seek, and  find  thee  alone, whom my  soul  loves  as  its sovereign Good. ''Our Father. Hail Mary. ''

Most sweet  Jesus,  by  the blessed wound  of  thy  Left Foot, forgive  me,  I beseech thee, whatever,  by  the  abuse of both  my  exterior  and  interior senses,  I have  done amiss, contrary  to  thy  divine pleasure, and  so  restrain them hereafter,  by  the  bridle of thy  fear,  that,  as  though dead to  the  world  and  all creatures, I may  feel  nothing and desire  nothing  but  only thee, my  God,  crucified  for me. ''Our Father. Hail Mary. ''

Most sweet  Jesus,  by  the