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O most  lovely  Redeemer  of  my  soul,  prostrate  before thee upon  the  cross  my  conscience  reproaches  me  with having nailed  thee  with  my  own  hands  to  that  cross,  as often  as  I  have  fallen  into  grievous  sin,  thus  wounding thee by  my  exceeding  ingratitude. O my  God,  my  most perfect and  Sovereign  Good,  to  whom  are  due  all  the affections of  my  heart  for  the  blessings  which  thou  hast unceasingly bestowed  upon  me;  I,  miserable  that  I  am, cannot undo  my  evil  deeds  as  I  would;  but  with  deep sorrow I  abhor  them  as  offences  against  thine  infinite goodness; and,  kneeling  at  thy  Feet,  I  will  at  least endeavour to  compassionate  thee,  to  thank  thee,  and  to implore  of  thee  pardon  and  amendment  of  life,  while with my  heart  upon  my  lips  I  thus  say:

O my  Jesus,  I  adore  the  most  sacred  Wound  of  thy Left Foot;  I  compassionate  thy  bitter  sufferings. I thank thee  for  the  love  with  which  thou  didst  labour  to overtake  me  in  the  way  of  perdition,  staining  thyself with the  blood  drawn  forth  by  the  thorns  and  briers  of my  sins. I offer  to  the  Eternal  Father  the  sorrow  and the love  of  thy  sacred  Humanity,  in  expiation  of  my abominable  transgressions,  which  I  detest  with  bitter  and sincere contrition.

Our Father,  Hail  Mary,  Glory.

O my  Jesus,  I  adore  the  most  sacred  Wound  of  thy Right Foot;  I  compassionate  thy  bitter  sufferings. I thank thee  for  the  love  which  transfixed  thee,  convulsed and bleeding  in  punishment  of  my  wanderings,  and  the guilty indulgence  of  my  unbridled  passions. I offer  the sorrow and  the  love  of  thy  most  sacred  Humanity  to the  Eternal  Father;  and  implore  of  him  the  grace  to bewail  my  transgressions  with  burning  tears,  and  to  per-