BY Father Mateo Crawley-Boevey, SS.CC.
Additional Devotions for Fridays Subsequent to the First
April.— For The 2nd Friday
For The 3rd Friday
For The 4th Friday
During a silent hour of interior prayer like this, Jesus in the Eucharist confided the ardent desires of His Sacred Heart to His disciple and first apostle, Margaret Mary … O, what a moment when the earth heard once more the suppliant voice that had resounded on Samaria’s plains and on the mountains of Galilee; a moment when it listened to the God-Man’s voice reverberating, ardent, lamenting, and begging our love as at Gethsemane and on Calvary! …
Yes, on that night at Paray-le-Monial, a night glorious and radiant, He asked us for our love, but offered us in return not only the treasures already given … O, no! … He offered us a gift more beautiful than the heavens … Heaven itself, the source of the redemptive treasures of Calvary … He gave us forever His adorable Heart!
Let us sing: “Hosanna in the heights of Heaven … Hosanna!” For henceforth the Heart of Jesus is all ours!
And you, the poor, the sick, the sad, the weak, sing too: “Hosanna, Hosanna on this sinful earth!” … The Heart of Jesus belongs to us mortals. It is ours for life … It will be ours beyond the shadows of death! … Hosanna!
Let us pray, my brethren! … and if we truly love Jesus, let us ask Him in great outbursts of faith and of boundless love that He disclose to us. during this Holy Hour the providential designs of His Sacred Heart …
Lord, only Thy loyal and intimate friends are here present … Reveal to us, then, as Thou didst to Thy favored Confidante, Thy vehement desires and the wonderous power of divine conquest that Thou hast willed to attach to this sublime devotion …
Speak, O Master, what dost thou ask in order to reclaim with authority Thy Sovereign right, to exact as King the realization of Thy plans? … Thou Who dost read to the innermost recesses of the heart, behold the souls of Thy friends athirst for Thy words … Thou hast honored us with the vocation of consolers of Thy Sacred Heart. We therefore wish to offer Thee in each of our hearts a bed of fragrant flowers, where Thou mayest rest Thy bleeding Head. Yes, accept us as a consolation; accept our arms stretched out to Thee in Thine agony as a feeble support, just as Thou didst accept at Gethsemane strength from the Angel …
Jesus, look at us this evening more lovingly than Thou didst look at Veronica, for in offering our reparation we offer Thee something richer than a veil, we offer Thee our souls.
We are alone with Thee, Lord Jesus, Thy tried and faithful friends, those on whom Thou canst henceforward depend in the hour of agony. Open Thy Divine Lips, beloved Master; speak, Jesus, for all those who surround now the Golgotha of Thine altar come to implore the grace, the honor … still more than that, the unmerited reward of carrying in Thy place, like loving Cyrenians, the gibbet of Thy Cross.
Heart of Jesus, in this moment of intimate confidence tell us of Thy promise to extend Thy spiritual Kingdom … Tell us of Thy wish to be enthroned in our rebel world … Order us to die for Thy cause and Thy love, and we will die! … Speak to us through the Wound in Thy Divine Side, that especially during the last three centuries is conquering the world by tenderness and mercy … Let creatures keep silence … but Thou, O Jesus, in the Eucharist, speak and we will live!
(Pause)
(Ask of Him the great grace of hearing His Divine Voice.)
Jesus: Draw near, beloved soul. It is I, be not afraid! Do you see? I have despoiled Myself of the splendor of Majesty which would have made you tremble. Look at Me! … I come to you poorer than yourself … I come alone … stripped of all … I have only kept the glory of My Wounds, and no other treasure but My Heart which has loved you so much …
Look at Me closely … the Nazarene Who was born in a stable, the Child of common folk, Who comes to meet you … I was the humble, poor craftsman in the workshop of Joseph, the carpenter … I have gone barefoot, and I have known the uncertainty of what the morrow would bring; I have known all the disappointments of the poor, and I have endured all that out of love for the humble … O, I wish to reign over them! I am by birth and My own choice their Sovereign … Yes, I wish the poor, the workmen, and all those who labor, to accept the benign and consoling kingdom of My divine Heart … I long to see them at My Feet completely conquered by My Crib and My Cross … I claim for Myself, as My chosen heritage, the multitude who weep, who suffer hunger for truth and thirst for justice. O, the happy day will come when I shall at last see them kneeling and singing to Me their faith, their hope, their love! …
You, My intimate friends, make ready for Me this great Easter; make ready the throne and the crown for the glorious day … Implore this grace here before the altar; pray without ceasing to obtain it … O, bring back to Me those souls which have been stolen from Me by the renegades who by their malignant efforts strive to rob me forever! Make the poor come unto me; enthrone Me in their homes, for I am Jesus, the divine Poor One of Nazareth, their Friend.
(Pause)
Souls: Yes, Jesus, Thou wilt reign over the poor. The people won by the goodness of Thy Sacred Heart will proclaim Thee their King! Receive the prayer, which at Thy demand will immediately echo in the depths of Thy silent Tabernacle …
By the tears Thou didst shed in the humble grotto of Bethlehem …
(Aloud)
All: Reign, Heart of Jesus, over Thy friends, the poor! …
By the tears Thou didst shed in secret in much loved Nazareth …
All: Reign, Heart of Jesus, over Thy friends, the poor! …
By the tears Thou didst shed at the death of Thy friend Lazarus …
All: Reign, Heart of Jesus, over Thy friends, the poor! …
By the tears wrung from Thee by the ruin of Thy people and of Thine ungrateful fatherland …
All: Reign, Heart of Jesus, over Thy friends, the poor! …
By the tears of blood which wet the thousand-times blessed Garden of Gethsemane …
All: Reign, Heart of Jesus, over Thy friends, the poor! …
By the bitter tears the treason of Judas made Thee shed …
All: Reign, Heart of Jesus, over Thy friends, the poor! …
By Thy tears of deep sadness over Peter’s thrice-repeated denial and the abandonment by Thine Apostles …
All: Reign, Heart of Jesus, over Thy friends, the poor! …
By the tears of desolation Thou didst weep in seeing Thy Mother’s Heart crushed by sorrow on the way to Calvary …
All: Reign, Heart of Jesus, over Thy friends, the poor! …
By the last tears Thou didst shed in bidding farewell to earth and especially to the poor, Thy friends …
All: Reign, Heart of Jesus, over Thy friends, the poor! …
(Pause)
Jesus: Cherished souls, My Heart blesses you for the consolation you have just given Me by your ardent supplications! …
Yes, I will triumph, for I am King … I came to save the world, ruling over it by the love of My Heart … Like a stormy sea this ungrateful world rejects Me with rage … In My bark, the Church, I cross the centuries, offering men calm, liberty, peace … Alas! the tempest redoubles its fury … There are rulers who desire the shipwreck of the Church, the ark of salvation … There are many rich, learned, powerful, who, following the example of the iniquitous Sanhedrin of Jerusalem, plot against Me, working to destroy my Priesthood and to ruin My Church … My Vicar is persecuted … My Sovereignty is almost everywhere officially ignored … The hurricane of hate has scattered My Apostles and My friends … This hate has dared to profane many sanctuaries of retreat and prayer and has trampled underfoot My Rights and My Law! … Nevertheless, I am and I remain King, because I am Jesus, the Son of the living God! …
Ah, you who truly love the glory of My Name, at least you, My friends, ask Heaven for the victory of Holy Church … Do not forget that her anguish is Mine … Those who outrage her outrage Me and wound My divine heart! …
(Pause)
Souls: Lord, we have heard the outcry of blasphemies against Thee and Thy Holy Church. We have also heard the cry of sorrow wrung from Thy Heart by the ingratitude of nations who owe their culture and liberty to Thy holy Gospel … and by the ingratitude of the powerful who, nevertheless, derive from Thee alone all their authority …
Pardon, O scorned King; overwhelm and convert Thy enemies … We ask this with all our heart:
By the poverty and forlornness of Thy wondrous birth …
All: Divine Heart, triumph in Thy Church! …
By Thy flight into Egypt and the sufferings of Thy exile, under the persecution of implacable enemies …
All: Divine Heart, triumph in Thy Church! …
By so many years spent in Thy obscure and dearly-loved workshop of Nazareth …
All: Divine Heart, triumph in Thy Church! …
By Thy life of retirement, prayer, and penance during the forty days passed in the solitude of the desert …
All: Divine Heart, triumph in Thy Church! …
By the suffering which the contempt of Israel’s doctors of the law caused Thee, and the gross insults with which they received Thy Gospel of light …
All: Divine Heart, triumph in Thy Church! …
By the piercing wound of ingratitude made by so many men who had been loaded by Thee with blessings and favored with striking miracles …
All: Divine Heart, triumph in Thy Church! …
By Thy sorrow caused by the incomprehensible blindness of Thy people, who in return for Thy favors demanded the death of the Cross for Thee …
All: Divine Heart, triumph in Thy Church! …
(Pause)
Jesus: Fervent souls, if sad and persecuted I could at least find shelter in the warmth of the family hearth in the home! Alas! this sanctuary will fall in ruins if Satan and the world succeed in driving Me from it, I who am the Life of Love! O! ask Lazarus, ask Martha, ask Mary, My friends of Bethany if there is an evil not cured, a sorrow not sweetened, a wound not healed … when I, Jesus, establish My Kingdom of love in a home which adores and loves Me! …
Fathers, dragging on a wearisome life darkened by the weight of anxieties and responsibilities, let Me enter your home … I am the Sun of peace and strength; I am the soul of a new life …
Mothers heavily burdened … who suffer for yourselves and your children; afflicted mothers, like My own sweetest Mother … why do you not invite Me to bless the dawn and the twilight, the peace and tribulation, the joys and tears of your beloved home?
You, the privileged witnesses of the mystic agony of My Heart in the Tabernacle, know that your apostolate could open to Me the doors of the homes which are often so criminally closed before Me … Watch and pray that My family and social rights may be acknowledged … Ask that in spite of Satan, My Heart may triumph and rule the family.
(Brief pause)
Souls: Jesus, adorable Pilgrim, wandering in search of love, stay, but not on the threshold of our homes: Thy Hair and garments are damp with the dew of night … Come in … Be in spirit and truth the King of our families who love Thee. Yes, Jesus our Spouse, Jesus our Brother, Jesus our Friend … Come! Reign in all our homes … we implore Thee! …
By the filial love Thou dost bear Thy blessed Mother, by the tender cares and the vigils of her Immaculate Heart …
All: Triumph in families, O King of Love! …
By the affection Thou didst show the humble carpenter whom Thou callest Thy father, and by the holy intimacy in which Thou hast lived with him …
All: Triumph in families, O King of Love! …
By the love of predilection which bound Thy Heart to that of John, the Apostle of Thine ineffable confidences …
All: Triumph in families, O King of Love! …
By the sympathy Thou hast always shown for the little ones of the flock, the children, Thy very faithful friends …
All: Triumph in families, O King of Love! …
By that enviable and delightful friendship of Bethany, where only one unbearable suffering — Thy absence — was dreaded …
All: Triumph in families, O King of Love! …
By the delicate kindness Thou didst show at the marriage of Cana and by Thy tenderness to penitent Magdalen …
All: Triumph in families, O King of Love! …
By the deference Thou didst show Zaccheus and Simon the Pharisee … And, finally by the thirst for justice that Thou didst create in the soul of the happy Samaritan woman …
All: Triumph in families, O King of Love! …
(Pause)
Jesus: Since you came to console Me, do not end this Holy Hour without recalling here at My Feet those favorites of My merciful Heart, the fallen, the prodigals, those astray from the sheepfold … Numberless they pass before this Host which veils Me from your eyes! … How they march by, the haughty who insult My annihilation! the blasphemers, who cover Me with opprobrium! the apostates and the impious, who come up to Me with the gall of sarcasm on their lips! … Alas! How great the legion of ingrates, of those who make Me suffer by their icy indifference! … Who can count them? I see them from My Tabernacle; among them, too, are those My one-time friends … traitors and disloyal ones … And there are also children! Listen to Me, mothers! Yes, there are children who betray the Heart of Jesus, their great Friend!
My Soul is sorrowful unto death at the loss of so many poor sinners … O, at this very hour, many are in their agony … Therefore, you My apostles, fall on your knees and by a fervent prayer shut the doors of Hell, and open to them the Heaven of My Heart which awaits them with Its pardon and Its infinite mercies . . , Save them! … They are souls that belong to Me … I entrust their salvation to you! …
(Pause)
Souls: Thank Thee, good Jesus, for letting us share Thy concern over these strayed souls. We will cherish them as our treasure; we will love them for the tears they have cost Thee … They must not be lost forever so long as the divine Wound in Thy Heart is not closed … Ah, that Wound the source of pardon must, like Heaven, remain open! … Receive, then, in Thy never-failing goodness, this prayer, which we offer Thee through the Sorrowful Heart of Mary, in favor of wretched sinners … and, above all, Jesus, forget not those of our own homes …
All: Convert the sinners, O Sacred Heart! …
By Thy Hands pierced because they blessed and pardoned us …
All: Convert the sinners, O Sacred Heart! …
By Thy divine Feet pierced through and through because they left on earth, prints of peace and mercy …
All: Convert the sinners, O Sacred Heart! …
By Thy Lips which spoke the language of mercy and felt a burning thirst for our sickly souls …
All: Convert the sinners, O Sacred Heart! …
By Thy divine Eyes, illuminated with the light of Paradise, which shed so many tears to wash away our faults and obliterate them forever …
All: Convert the sinners, O Sacred Heart! …
By Thy Sacred Body which became one living wound to give life to a world transgressing Thy divine Law …
All: Convert the sinners, O Sacred Heart! …
By Thy pierced Side in which we wish to take refuge during life, at the hour of death, and for all eternity …
All: Convert the sinners, O Sacred Heart! …
(Pause)
Jesus: Do not go away from My Tabernacle, friends of My Sacred Heart, for I wish to repeat an ever poignant complaint, I mean the bleeding Wound that a sin of yours made in My Side … Ah, a Wound cruel above all, because made by the good who call themselves My friends … O, how they stab Me to the Heart in measuring out to Me their love!
Ah, if you knew the tears of anguish that I weep when the children of My own household treat Me with indifferent courtesy and respectful coldness like a distinguished foreigner … They dare to act in that manner toward the God of love, the merciful Savior Who invites them to sit daily at the banquet of all bounty and all graces … It is a whole army, thousands of souls who would now be saints if they had plunged generously into the abyss of My Heart. Alas, how little My love is understood and how badly repaid by them.
All these souls belong to Me by right, by the most sacred of rights, but lukewarmness halts them and paralyzes the flight of their hearts … They are beautiful souls, but they do not vibrate to the interests of My glory. For want of generosity they lack zeal in their love … They see Me weep on the Cross, but through lack of meditation and prayer they have no source of tears to weep with Me … They see Me bound and alone in My Eucharistic prison, but My solitude does not appeal to their hearts; on the contrary, it bores them, and they can not find a word of tenderness for the hidden God of the altar … How unhappy are those poor souls! A glacial cold kills them and wounds Me at the same time … And not knowing what to say to their Prisoner of Love … they go off and, like the Apostles, leave Me alone with My agony and My angels …
But you others, athirst for My glory, you like Veronica atone this evening for the cruel Wound made in My Heart by the lack of delicacy, of generosity, and of zeal in so many of My own children …
To dispel the sadness which they cause, sing Me hymns of ardent, reparatory love … Because of you I wish to forget the offenses of My spoiled children … Look once more at this wide, deep Wound, made by those of My own household …
You who burn with a heavenly flame of love and zeal, have pity on Me, your Jesus, because I search everywhere for faithful souls and apostles in whom to confide but do not find them. Do you know why? It is because I preach, redeem, and sanctify souls on the cross. Now the greater number of My friends hold this Cross in horror; ah! but you who love Me sincerely, afford Me great consolation by your fervor, your spirit of sacrifice, and by your desire for holiness …
(Pause)
Souls: Lord Jesus, I have also been one of the lukewarm keeping at a distance from Thy Heart for fear of sacrifice … I also have been afraid of the holy demands of Thy love and tenderness … I feared I might be caught in the net of Thy love … and I fled at the thought of falling into Thine Arms and of being obliged to give myself up forever and without reserve to Thine irresistibly conquering Heart … O, Jesus, forgive that cowardice!
Forgive, too, and forget that guilty apathy, that lack of generous love, that irresolution in sacrifice, of so many of Thy friends whom Thou hast destined for sanctity and great glory … Forgive us, Jesus, and triumph, sanctifying the just!
By Thy first words of tenderness which in Thy babyhood made Thy Mother smile with happiness …
(Aloud)
All: Heart of Jesus, reign, sanctifying the just! …
By Thy words of promise in the Sermon on the Mount …
All: Heart of Jesus, reign, sanctifying the just! …
By Thy words of consolation and sweet intimacy spoken to Thy dear friends and disciples …
All: Heart of Jesus, reign, sanctifying the just! …
By Thy words of zeal which linked to Thee the twelve Apostles, future foundation and hope of Thy Church …
All: Heart of Jesus, reign, sanctifying the just! …
By Thy words of ineffable blessing for childhood, always so dear to Thy Heart …
All: Heart of Jesus, reign, sanctifying the just! …
By Thy words of charity and hope heard by the sick, the afflicted, and the poor . .
All: Heart of Jesus, reign, sanctifying the just! …
By Thine incomparable promises for earth’s unfortunate, humble, and forlorn …
All: Heart of Jesus, reign, sanctifying the just! …
By Thy words of farewell, words of infinite sweetness in leaving Thine own, Holy Thursday evening …
All: Heart of Jesus, reign, sanctifying the just! …
By Thy seven last words spoken on Calvary to bequeath Thy Spirit to us and to give us Thy Mother …
All: Heart of Jesus, reign, sanctifying the just! …
(Pause)
Jesus: I am come to cast fire on the earth; and what will I but that it be kindled … That you may realize My design, look and see here in this Host, the Heart which has so loved men, loved them unto the perpetual sacrifice of the altar, of the Eucharist! … For you I have chained Myself to the earth … But earth has relegated Me to quite another captivity … that of indifference, disdain, and cruel neglect! … O in that prison I suffer from deathly cold … Where are those whom I have ransomed? … Where are the souls I have consoled and delivered from death? … Where are those whom I fed with miraculous bread in the desert? … What has become of the blind souls, the leprous hearts cured in the miraculous pool of My transpierced Heart? … Ah, lament with Me, you My friends, who have come to interrupt by your praises the sorrowful silence of this My prison … I am your Prisoner and you have come to visit Me! … O do not leave Me any more, make Me the Captive of your loving hearts! … And then going into the world make known to it My love and the abandonment in which I am left … Bring it here … let it come to Me, this unhappy world, so needy and eager for consolation … Lead souls to Me; excite in them the thirst for Holy Communion!
Preach My Eucharist, and glorify the Host in which I, the same Jesus of Nazareth, of Bethany, and of Calvary live! … Come to Me, in this Sacrament; honor Me under the Eucharistic veils … Love … and make Love beloved!
(Pause)
Souls: O Jesus in the Eucharist, our only ambition is to draw souls, many souls, to Thy Tabernacle … and that we may inspire them with such a love that they will seek eternal shelter in Thy Sacred Heart. To this end, we place in the Immaculate Heart of Mary, a prayer which will sweeten the bitterness of Thy prison. Hearken to us, Jesus in the Eucharist:
By the ineffable love which made Thee endure the outrages in the Garden of Gethsemane and the perfidious kiss of Judas who betrayed Thee …
(Aloud)
All: Heart of Jesus, reign by the Holy Eucharist! …
By Thy meekness when Thou didst receive the cruel blow which profaned the beauty of Thine adorable Face …
All: Heart of Jesus, reign by the Holy Eucharist! …
By Thine infinite patience under the ruthless mockery and the cutting irony, of which Thou wert the object the entire night of Holy Thursday …
All: Heart of Jesus, reign by the Holy Eucharist! …
By Thine admirable sweetness in the ignominy of the scourging, a punishment reserved for slaves, to which Pilate’s cowardice condemned Thee …
All: Heart of Jesus, reign by the Holy Eucharist! …
By Thine adorable silence under the awful outrage inflicted on Thy divine Person when clothed and treated as a madman …
All: Heart of Jesus, reign by the Holy Eucharist! …
By Thine incomprehensible humility when Thou didst submit to the odious affront of being compared to the vilest criminal, who was preferred to Thee by the mob …
All: Heart of Jesus, reign by the Holy Eucharist! …
By the excess of Thy supreme charity which made Thee accept the gall of our Ingratitude presented to Thy dying Lips …
All: Heart of Jesus, reign by the Holy Eucharist! …
(Brief pause)
Lord, in spite of Satan and his agents, Thou wilt reign by Thy divine Heart; yes, Thou wilt reign according to Thy promise.
The people will be Thine; Thou wilt dominate them by Thy scepter of meekness and mercy, and in calm or storm, they will not cease to hail Thee and proclaim Thee their King … Hasten, Jesus, the hour of triumph promised by Thine all-loving Heart! …
Lord, Thou wilt reign glorified by Thy Holy Church … She will place on Thy Brow a diadem of souls and Thou wilt be exalted above all the powers of Heaven, of earth, and of the abyss … Hasten, Jesus, the hour of triumph promised by Thine all-loving Heart!
Lord, Thou wilt reign, praised and blessed by the homes founded by Thy sufferings and sanctified by Thy Mother. Thou wilt be enthroned there as King; Thou wilt remain as a Friend in return for Thy tender caresses. Hasten, Jesus, the hour of triumph promised by Thine all-loving Heart!
Lord, Thou wilt reign, by drawing to the source of Life, to Thy Heart, hardened sinners who refuse Thee the tribute of their repentance and adoration … Thou wilt break their chains and give them liberty in making them the happy captives of Thy love … Hasten, Jesus, the hour of triumph promised by Thine all-loving heart! …
Lord, Thou wilt reign in the Host; Thou wilt conquer by Thy radiant Tabernacle; Thou wilt dominate the earth by the lovable omnipotence of the Holy Eucharist … Yes, thanks to the Holy Eucharist, Thou wilt draw to Thyself, anew, men whom Thou didst conquer, loving them unto blood, unto the death of the Cross, unto the extremity of Thy Eucharistic Immolation … Hasten, Jesus, the hour of triumph promised by Thine all -loving Heart!
Final Act of Consecration
Beloved Jesus, the divine flame Thou didst come to bring to earth is kindled in our souls so that they know not how to desire or to ask for any good other than Thy glory in the Reign of Thy Sacred Heart.
Thou didst say, Lord Jesus, to Saint Margaret Mary that this merciful revelation is the supreme and last effort for our redemption.
So, relying on Thy words, we come to Thine altar in quest of lessons of eternal life. We draw near Thine adorable Heart, eager to drink the water promised to the Samaritan woman, the divine water which will regenerate the world.
O, be the King of so many ingrates who look on Thee as the dethroned Sovereign of their unhappy souls. Take back and confirm Thine empire over them, Jesus, by the scepter of pardon.
Reign over the apostates who, renewing the outrage of Holy Thursday evening, call Thee King in derision, and who, mocking and scornful, pretend to abolish Thy divine Kingdom …
Give them back the light of their lost faith, and, Jesus, Friend that Thou art, revenge Thyself for their offenses by pardoning their betrayals.
Be King, O Jesus, of those crowds, who from sordid interests and the bribes from numerous modern Sanhedrists who despise Thee, have rioted and urged an insurrection against Thee. Calm with a gesture of pity this furious ocean of perverted and bewildered souls … Reconquer through Thy Gospel Thine empire over the people; regain once more the hearts of these unfortunates; make a glorious conquest of them by Thine all-loving Heart!
Be the King of so many virtuous and good souls but often, alas, too timid, lukewarm, apathetic, and mean in their love, because they fear to exaggerate the debt of charity that they above all owe Thee.
Melt the ice in those hearts. Rouse the many careless Christians from the fatal sleep in which they are indulging while the world hurries to judge Thee and struggles to see Thee condemned …
Be the King of families … in all the splendor of Thy glory, in all the munificence of Thy love. Animate the life of those homes, their life of work, of love and of suffering. Repay thus, Lord, the place of honor, the spiritual throne which the piety of these families has offered Thee …
Finally, be the King, the real King of the Tabernacle! … O Jesus, the time has come when a vibrant, world-wide hymn, a hymn of families, of societies, of nations, but above all a hymn of love, interrupting the silence of Thy Eucharistic prison, will be sung to Thee on earth from pole to pole: “Praise to the divine Heart which has wrought our salvation! … To It, alone, be glory and honor forever and ever! … Thy Kingdom come! …”
A Pater and an Ave for the agonizing and for sinners.
A Pater and an Ave for the world-wide triumph of the Sacred Heart, especially by daily Communion, the Holy Hour, and the Enthronement of the Sacred Heart in families.
A Pater and an Ave for the particular intentions of all present.
A Pater and an Ave for our country.
Sacred Heart of Jesus, Thy Kingdom come! (5 times)
Immaculate Heart of Mary, pray for us. (3 times)
Saint Joseph, pray for us.
Saint Margaret Mary, pray for us.
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