BY Father Mateo Crawley-Boevey, SS.CC.
Additional Devotions for Fridays Subsequent to the First
November.— For The 2nd Friday
For The 3rd Friday
For The 4th Friday
ECCE HOMO! … Behold the Man of Sorrows, our Savior Jesus, behind the veil of this fragile Host! … Kneeling, let us adore Him in the sweet and winning majesty of this mystery. If He is there, it is solely for love of us, since in heaven there are millions of angels to serve Him.
Behold Him with eyes of faith! … He comes near to our souls and unveils Himself to us in the same manner as He revealed Himself to His servant, St. Margaret Mary, despoiled of His glory, without pomp, without diadem, as an outcast and as one persecuted … His Soul plunged in agony, His Eyes bathed in tears …
He is seeking a peaceful garden where He may pray in His agony. He comes to confide to us His secrets of immense love and of infinite sorrow …
Be silent, brethren, and in the stillness of your soul forget the world. Leave for an instant the petty interests of earth and listen to the Lord Jesus during this Holy Hour … Contemplate Him in pain, covered with Blood, under the figure of the Ecce Homo as He appeared at Paray-le-Monial to her who was His messenger, in order to demand from His friends a loving reparation.
O good Jesus, at the beginning of this Holy Hour, permit us to kiss, with childlike love and with heavenly rapture, the precious Wound in Thy Side; and allow us to entrust to Thee in this kiss our whole soul to be lost in the innermost depths of Thy agonizing Heart!
(Tell Jesus of the particular intentions you wish to pray for during this Holy Hour)
(Silence — pause)
Jesus: My children, will you offer in your hearts a loving refuge, a faithful shelter to your God ever beset by the hurricane of sin? … You do not see My Body torn to pieces it is true, yet I have not ceased being scourged … You do not perceive My countenance bathed in tears, yet the cruel thorns, however invisible, are pressed still more deeply into My Head … You have not before your eyes the scene of My excessive anguish, My agony in the garden, but alas! the inexpressible bitterness of that agony ever fills to overflowing the chalice of My abandoned Heart! Sin permits no respite from suffering … Iniquity, like an impetuous torrent, inundates the earth to destroy the fruits of the redemption and to cause the ruin of souls purchased at the cost of My Blood … And yet, what could I have done for My people that I have not done? … By the immolation of My Body, of My Soul, of My Heart, and by the holocaust of Calvary, perpetuated in the Eucharistic Sacrifice, have I not consummated the work of My love? … And despite all that, as an infernal breath, sin penetrates consciences and extinguishes in them the life of love, which is My life.
O you, My friends, open to Me without delay the loving refuge of your hearts … Shelter Me from the cold, murky night of sin which envelopes the world … Stretch forth your arms to Me like children toward their father …
Oh, it is not the memory of Calvary that wounds Me … But the sins of each day; as a thousand arrows they pierce my desolate soul! … Oh, give to your outraged Savior a tender and loving refuge in your compassionate souls …
Souls: Jesus, King of our Altars and Sovereign of souls, come and establish Thy royal authority in our hearts … Be not the guest of a day, but our Father and our Brother … be not a pilgrim, but a consoling Redeemer and ever-blessed Lord … Come! … and if sin is unceasing, the homage of our humble reparation will be still more constant …
Open Thy prison, Eucharistic Lord, and may the angels who surround Thy poor tabernacle unite with the loyal friends of the Holy Eucharist in saying:
(Aloud)
All: Sacred Heart of Jesus, Thou wilt reign!
In spite of the desperate efforts of hell which seek at any cost to bring about the eternal loss of souls …
All: Sacred Heart of Jesus, Thou wilt reign!
In spite of human frailty which leads so many toward the brink of eternal ruin …
All: Sacred Heart of Jesus, Thou wilt reign!
In spite of the fury of the enemies of Thy moral law, uncompromising because divine, and of Thy dogmas, immutable because eternal …
All: Sacred Heart of Jesus, Thou wilt reign!
In spite of the attacks of misguided reasoning and the vain wisdom of the world which proudly flaunts itself, endeavoring to destroy Thy altars …
All: Sacred Heart of Jesus, Thou wilt reign!
In spite of the shameful license which many lax Christians would wish to set up as the natural law of conscience …
All: Sacred Heart of Jesus, Thou wilt reign!
In spite of the conspiracies which day and night are plotted against the Church, the home and the child …
All: Sacred Heart of Jesus, Thou wilt reign!
In spite of the sacrilegious legality with which they endeavor to justify the numerous crimes against the Divine Majesty …
All: Sacred Heart of Jesus, Thou wilt reign!
In spite of the violent attacks of the press, of legislators, and of propagandists who conspire against Thy glory and Thy social reign …
All: Sacred Heart of Jesus, Thou wilt reign!
(Pray with all the fervor of your soul for the reign of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.)
Jesus: Tell Me why it is, My beloved confidants, that the children of darkness are often more prudent and courageous than you, the children of My sorrow and My light … See My enemies, perpetually occupied in isolating Me in the Tabernacle and even in overthrowing My altars … They give themselves no rest in their desire to destroy My Church, to oppose and ruin My Priesthood, and to make Me disappear from the consciences of men … And you … who are My own, what have you done? … How is it that you were not generous enough to watch an hour with Me while I was in My agony? … How can you sleep so calmly with your Savior agonizing and the enemy rabble coming to seize Him? … Is it thus that you prove your love for your parents, your brothers, and your intimate friends? … Is it not then toward Me alone that you lack a tender and devoted love? …
You promised Me generosity … I accepted and blessed your good will … but soon your courage weakened and you forgot Me … I have pardoned your frequent wanderings, and you, My own, always at My side, you live in the tranquility of a sluggish indifference which cruelly wounds Me. A dull sleep of unconcern, of apathy, and of egoism engulfs your souls … Awaken from this tepidity … Rise up, for the enemy draws near with insults for your God … with chains of servitude and death for you … Profit by this hour so favorable for a sincere conversion …
Your Shepherd is about to be struck. Do not abandon Him, My little flock, but follow Him courageously, even to Calvary, if needs be! …
(Pause)
Souls: What have I, O Crucified Savior, that Thou hast not given Me? …
Strengthen me, Jesus, that without wavering I may follow Thee in the sweet exactions of Thy grace and Thy love …
What can I do if Thou dost not help me?
What am I if I am not united to Thee? And because I know my nothingness and weakness. I entreat Thee not to withdraw Thy Hand from me. Do not allow me to stay away, even for a day, from Thy Tabernacle …
Forgive the faults which have so wounded Thee … My frailties are so numerous … Oh! pardon them and forget all! …
Because the Blood Thou hast shed and the bitter death Thou hast endured are not for the benefit of the angels who adore Thee, but for my benefit and for those so tepid and lax in the exercise of Thy love, who forget and offend Thee … therefore, Jesus, while renewing during this Holy Hour my fervent resolutions in Thy service, permit me to address Thee with all the ardor of my soul:
If I have denied Thee, permit me to love Thee …
If I have injured Thee, let me bless Thee …
If I have offended Thee, let me serve Thee …
For to live without serving Thee, or to work without glorifying Thee, and not to spend oneself to hasten the reign of Thy Heart, O Jesus, that would be to die without Thee! …
(Confess your lukewarmness to Jesus and ask Him for a persevering fervor.)
Jesus: Faithful souls, you are not very many to watch with Me during this Holy Hour … But your love is great and sincere, it is true. Alas! immense and fathomless is the ocean of crime and perfidy which at this hour fills My Soul with a deadly sadness … What an abyss of sin … what disorder in the human whirlwind which passes before My Eyes this very hour!
Infernal scenes … glimpses of sensuality in the theater where the scenes which renew My scourging are applauded … If you but knew how My Soul is harrowed by the errors and abuses of modern civilization … Among the festivities multiplied in the world, how many become for Me, your Father and your Savior, a Praetorium and a Calvary …
Only you, My children of reparation, can understand somewhat My constant suffering on this cross raised by those of My own household! Before Me pass again great cities … proud as Nineveh … depraved as Babylon … where My doctrine is treated as intolerable exaggeration.
Listen to the clamor which rises from thousands of gatherings — from halls, banquets, ballrooms, and theaters, like slimy surf, to insult the sanctity of My Gospel …
You, at least, My consolers, who have penetrated into My sorrow, put balm on My Wounds, stifle the infernal voices by fervent and reparatory prayer …
Souls: O beloved Master, send down on those unfortunates who spend their life in sensual pleasure, plunged madly into the material and passing joys, send down without delay not the avenging flames of Divine Justice, but the fire of Thy merciful Love which purifies, which pardons and which saves …
For the many who squander their money and youth in the dissipation of worldly pleasures which offend Thee …
(Aloud) All: My Jesus, mercy!
For those who traffic in public sins, in the depravity of morals and the perversion of consciences …
All: My Jesus, mercy!
For perverters, who through the press and bad literature, enrich themselves while leading souls to eternal damnation …
All: My Jesus, mercy!
For those who make a real sacrilegious profession of exciting evil passion through corrupt theaters, licentious shows, and the profanation of art …
All: My Jesus, mercy!
For those weak souls who, in defiance of Thy Law and the remorse of conscience, cooperate in the social scandal of luxury, of immoral fashions and the indecent stage …
All: My Jesus, mercy!
For the great number of those who falsifying their conscience and their Christian sense, see no grave danger in the social revolt against Thy Holy Commandments …
All: My Jesus, mercy!
For those who by their position, Jesus, should spare Thee the bitterness of these insults and who are not opposed to them through timidity or because they wish selfish transactions with the world …
All: My Jesus, mercy!
(Let us make reparation for the public and social sins in the entire world which offend our Lord Jesus.)
Jesus: O My people, inheritance of My Heart, what have I done to you? … or how have I grieved you? … Answer Me? ….From this Host where I reside, I contemplate you night and day … O tribe of Israel, object of My exquisite tenderness, little flock which has sworn to Me everlasting fidelity … Yes, from here, from this altar, I look on those whom I have loved with predilection, those whom I have called to the banquet of My love and of My glory … Alas! how many even among My faithful ones make My tears flow as did My city, the ungrateful Jerusalem … How many who yesterday were the intimate friends of My Heart are today ingrates in My regard! …
How many for the sake of vanity and pleasure abuse the talents which I had showered upon them to help them do good and become saints! All were destined to sit on the glorious thrones among the princes of My heavenly Kingdom … The crowns which they lose by their ingratitude will be given to the numerous repentant sinners who have heard the appeal from My Heart in its agony …
To forget this offense so cruel, to sweeten the chalice of human ingratitude, I have requested from My servant, Margaret Mary, the loving companionship and the atonement of the Holy Hour. During this Holy Hour the tears I shed because of the desertion of My flock and the flight of My children are changed into tears of blessings and of love for sinners.
I thirst for consolations … You at least, My adorers, weep with My priests between the vestibule and the altar, weep over the ungrateful children of My own household.
(Pause or hymn)
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| My holy God! my very soul, With grief sincere is moved, Because I have offended Thee, Whom I should e’er have loved. Forgive me, Father! I am now, Resolved to sin no more, And by Thy holy grace to shun, What made me sin before. |
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Souls: Divine Savior Jesus, deign to cast a look of mercy on Thy children, who, united in the same sentiments of mercy, faith, and love, come to deplore at Thy Feet their infidelities and those of poor sinners, their brothers!
May we by the unanimous and solemn promises, which we are going to make, touch Thy Divine Heart to obtain mercy for ourselves, for the unfortunate and sinful world, and for those who have not the happiness of loving Thee …
Yes, from now on we all promise it …
For the neglect and ingratitude of men …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For Thy abandonment in the Holy Tabernacle …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For the offenses of sinners …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For the hatred of the impious …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For the blasphemies cast against Thee …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For the insults to Thy Divinity …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For the sacrileges committed in the profanation of Thy Sacrament of Love …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For acts of immodesty and irreverence committed in Thy Adorable Presence ….
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For the betrayals of which Thou art the Adorable Victim …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For the coldness of the greater number of Thy children …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For the disdain shown the advances of Thy love …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For the infidelity of those who would call Thee Friend …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For our resistance to Thy graces …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For our own infidelities …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For the incomprehensible hardness of our hearts …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For our slowness in loving Thee …
All: We.will console Thee, O Lord.
For our cowardice in Thy holy service …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For the bitter sorrow caused Thee by the loss of souls …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For Thy long waiting at the doors of our hearts …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For the bitter scorn with which Thou art repulsed …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For Thy sighs of love …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For Thy tears of love …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For Thy captivity of love …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
For Thy martyrdom of love …
All: We will console Thee, O Lord.
O Jesus, Our Divine Savior, Thou Who hast allowed to escape from Thy Heart this sad plaint “I have sought for those who would comfort Me, and have found none,” deign to accept the humble tribute of our consolation, and assist us so powerfully with the help of Thy Divine grace, that in the future, fleeing more and more from everything that might displease Thee, we may prove ourselves in all circumstances Thy very loyal and devoted children. We ask it from Thee through Thy Sacred Heart, O Thou Who being God with the Father and Holy Spirit, livest and reignest for ever and ever.
(Ask pardon for the ingrates who are so numerous)
Jesus: You know, victim souls, that I am perpetually crucified by those very ones whom I have come to redeem …
Alas! They are in truth very many, the powerful ones, the learned, those in high places voluntarily blind, who by their conduct repeat those words of My accusers to Pilate, “If this Nazarene were not a malefactor, we would not have delivered Him up to thee.“
The haughty who wish no check over their intelligence and heart re-echo this same blasphemy. They find for themselves judges who have the audacity to declare Me foolish, and they treat Me as the vilest of men … Because for them I am a malefactor, they deliver Me up to the rabble, O bitter mockery, to safeguard the national interest … Because they consider Me a malefactor, the press scourges Me … the rulers and legislators, like Pilate, wash their hands and abuse their authority. They condemn Me to exile and to the Cross under the cover of a so-called legality …
Behold the great crime of today, My children, to insult Me while invoking against Me reason, culture, and law; to proscribe Me under the pretext that the national honor and law are incompatible with My rights! … I continue to be for the great number as you see, vermis et non homo, “a worm of the earth and not a man” … much less a Master and a God!
O you, My very faithful friends, muffle with your praises the shouts of the multitude which assails My throne and wishes in mockery to draw lots for My royal mantle … O you, acknowledge Me and bless Me with love! …
Souls: Draw near, sweetest Master, and here among Thy children receive from their hands the crown of royalty … which those who are nothing but dust would snatch from Thee because recognizing the depths of Thy humility, they believe they can insult Thee from their pretended heights!
Advance triumphant in this fervent gathering of true brothers … Efface not the Wounds of Thy Hands and of Thy Feet … Adorn not, embellish not Thy Head already so beautiful, empurpled by Thy Blood … Ah! above all, close not … leave wide open the deep and celestial Wound in Thy Breast … Thus, O bloody King, clothed with this purple of love and with the tunic of opprobrium … without transfiguring Thyself, Jesus … just as Thou wert, the same Jesus of that appalling night of Holy Thursday, present Thyself to the eyes of our faith; come and receive the Hosanna of this guard of honor which keeps vigil for the glory of Jesus Christ, its King!
All: Hail, the Heart of Jesus, our King!
Kings and rulers may trample under foot the tables of Thy laws, but while they fall from their thrones into the tomb of oblivion, we, Thy subjects, will continue to acclaim Thee …
All: Hail, the Heart of Jesus, our King!
Lawmakers will say that Thy Gospel is a drawback, and that it is a duty to discard it in favor of progress … but while they disappear into the tomb of oblivion, we, Thy adorers, will continue to acclaim Thee …
All: Hail, the Heart of Jesus, our King!
The proud, the worldly, the unworthy rich, may decree that Thy moral law is for bygone ages, that Thy refusal to compromise kills liberty of conscience … but while they are lost in the tomb of oblivion we, Thy children, will continue to acclaim Thee …
All: Hail, the Heart of Jesus, our King!
Those athirst for honors and riches who sell to the nations a false greatness and a misleading liberty, will fall against the rock of Calvary and of Thy Church … but while they go down annihilated into the tomb of oblivion, we, Thy apostles, will continue to acclaim Thee …
All: Hail, the Heart of Jesus, our King!
The heralds of a materialistic civilization, aloof from God and in opposition to the Gospel, will one day die, poisoned by their false doctrines … and while cursed by their own children they sleep in the tomb of oblivion, we, Thy consolers, will continue to acclaim Thee …
All: Hail, the Heart of Jesus, our King!
The Pharisees, the proud, the impure, will have grown old planning the ruin, a thousand times decreed, of Thy Church … and baffled, will lose themselves in the tomb of oblivion … while we, Thy ransomed ones, will continue to acclaim Thee …
All: Hail, the Heart of Jesus, our King!
Oh, yes, love, honor, and glory to His Sacred Heart! And while Lucifer, angel of darkness, retreating from firesides, schools, and societies, will bury himself, eternally chained, in the eternal abyss … we, Thy friends, will continue to acclaim Thee forever and ever …
All: Hail, the Heart of Jesus, our King!
Love, honor, and glory to Thine Adorable Heart in the triumph of Thy Eucharist and of Thy Church! … Honor forever to Thy Sacred Heart! …
(Silence)
Jesus: I have loved Thee to excess, even unto Calvary …
Arriving at that summit, I obeyed in silence and stretched Myself on the infamous gibbet …
Since that time the crucifixion is constantly renewed in My Eucharist where I am at the mercy of other executioners — the sacrilegious — and these, they know what they are doing.
If they do not believe in My Real Presence in the Divine Host, then why outrage this consecrated Bread? …
But if these unfortunate ones believe that I truly reside in the Tabernacle, why do they criminally desecrate the God of Love and Mercy on the holy altar? … Ah, yes! Why? … Because hatred is a reality.
For a few pieces of vile money how many communicate as Judas and deliver Me by a kiss into the hands of My very deadly enemies! … In infernal dens where they conspire in secret against Me I have been pierced by the deicide’s dagger … My tears have wet the roads where the heirs of Judas, the profaners have trampled Me under foot since Holy Thursday. Sacrilegious fires have burned churches and My Tabernacle in order to reduce to ashes the consecrated Species when My Heart willed to remain in the Eucharist where I live to embrace the whole world in a fire of saving charity … Ah, how many times unhappy wretches, coveting the golden ciborium wherein I reside, have broken into that prison where Love holds Me … and have flung Me into the dust without a consecrated stone on which to lay My bleeding Head! …
That vision of horror profoundly rent My Heart in the anguish of Gethsemane … You who pass by, consider and see if there is a sorrow like unto Mine! …
(Let us make a most fervent, loving reparation for the horrible sacrileges which wound the Divine Prisoner of the Altar. Let us ask His pardon for our offenses. Let us praise Him for those who ignore Him or hate Him.)
(Pause)
Souls: Hosanna! glory to God in the highest! — glory, benediction and love to Thee, Eucharistic Lord! Yes, glory to Thee in the incomprehensible annihilation of the Sacrament of Thy Love!
Let the Angels chant Thy praise, because Thou art, O God of the Tabernacle, the beatitude of Paradise!
Let the heavens and the earth, the seas, the mountains and the snow, the fields and the flowers, and the whole universe, O Jesus-Hostia, chant Thy praises in exulting voices! …
Let the birds and the breezes praise Thee, O sweet Prisoner … Let the storms of nature and those of the human soul chant Thy glory … Let the joyous beats of the human heart and its sobs exalt Thy greatness, O Divine Captive of the Altar! …
Glory to Thee in the highest, yes, benediction and love to Thee in the incomprehensible annihilation of Thy Adorable Eucharist! …
(Brief pause)
Jesus: Do not leave Me, privileged children, without having heard the complaints of a sorrow that only fervent friends and faithful hearts like yours can feel in all its bitterness …
The profanation of the Tabernacle is not the only nor the greatest crime against My love and My Kingship; there is another tabernacle more precious to Me and which knowingly rejects its Savior: it is the human heart! … Even so, have I not loved it to excess! …
How Christians profane it with the poison of a pagan love! … That heart should be the chalice of all My consolations, … the altar on which should burn as a pure incense the Christian and chaste love enjoined by My Gospel … I have placed all My tears in that chalice to purify it … I have shed all My Blood in order to strengthen it … I have offered the ardent flames of My Heart to satisfy its irresistible longing to love and be loved … And, strange to say, this infinite gift does not suffice … Behold! the human heart still seeks creatures … it leaves Me for them … It forgets Me in the delirium of pleasure which is neither love, nor peace, nor life as it imagined it to be … That is why so many wretched ones with broken hearts suffer an insatiable hunger which incites and delivers them up to their shameful passions …
O you who have so much need of love … Come, come to Me … I am the King of Love Who keeps for Himself the thorns and offers you the flowers of true joys … Will you come and quench your thirst … you who burn with the fever of being loved to folly? … Come, for My Heart is the source of living water which springs forth unto life eternal, come, but in return, give Me your heart …
(Pause)
Souls: Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament, exercise Thy rights over us, Thy friends, making reparation … Command us, Master … do not ask, do not solicit us as a beggar … but with loving sovereignty take all that is ours … to Thee it belongs … If our hearts are poor Thou wilt know how to enrich them … We offer them to Thee in the Immaculate Heart of Thy sweet Mother and by the hands of Thy servant, Margaret Mary, we supplicate Thee to hasten the reign of Thy Divine Heart … Reject not these miserable hearts of ours because they were once defiled by sin. Thou hast pardoned us and Thy mercies are without repentance! …
The persecuted Church and its august Head, the Sovereign Pontiff, our families, sinners, the souls of the just, the souls in Purgatory, all, yes all of us expect from Thy omnipotence torrents of grace promised to the prayer of the Holy Hour, source of consolation for Thee, Lord, and of miracles of mercy for the world …
Remember us also who, like the Angel of Gethsemane, have come to Thee in Thy mystic agony. Deign to take in hand our interests, our troubles, our hopes; and watch over our whole lives which we place in the Wound opened by the soldier in Thy Sacred Side. And now Lord receive our farewell prayer: Agonizing Heart of Jesus, our souls confide to Thee all their trials!
Loving Heart of Jesus, these mothers confide to Thee their husbands and their children, the treasures of their homes …
Amiable Heart of Jesus, these poor exiles confide to Thee their future with all its insecurity …
Sweetest Heart of Jesus, these prodigal children confide to Thee their weakness and their sin and repentance …
Benign Heart of Jesus, Thy friends confide to Thee the peace and salvation of their families …
Compassionate Heart of Jesus, tormented souls confide to Thee their interior pangs of conscience …
Humble Heart of Jesus, these adorers confide to Thee their ardent desires for the triumph of Thy love in the Holy Sacrament …
Eucharistic Heart of Jesus, the world troubled by the presence of death finds refuge there where a blessed lance uncovered for us the source of life … Keep us there for all eternity …
Come, O Jesus, be our Friend in the deep sadness of our exile here below …
Come, O Jesus, be our Brother in the chaste joys of Christian love …
Come, O Jesus, be our King in the temptations and storms which trouble souls and society … From the height of Thy Eucharistic Throne calm the tempest. Render serene our darkened sky by causing to shine the Sun of peace and of tenderness, that is, Thy Heart all-powerful in its love.
Final Supplication of
St. Margaret Mary to the
Sacred Heart of Jesus
Hide us, O sweet Savior, in the Wound of Thy Side, burning hearth of pure love. There we shall be safe.
We choose Thy Heart in which to dwell, with the firm confidence that It will be our strength in the fight against evil, the support which will sustain our weakness, our guide and our light in darkness, the repairer of all our faults, the sanctification of our intentions and of our acts. We wish to act in union with Thee and to offer Thee our actions so that they will be a continual preparation for the reception of Thy Sacrament of Love.
To give Thee honor in Thy state of Victim in this mystery of faith we come also to offer ourselves as hosts — begging Thee to be the sacrificing Priest-Thyself and to immolate us on the Altar of Thy Sacred Heart.
But as we are indeed unworthy, we pray Thee, Lord Jesus, to purify us and to consume us as a perfect holocaust of love in the flames of Thy Sacred Heart, in order that we may obtain a new life and be able to say in all sincerity, “We are nothing of ourselves; living or dead, Jesus is our All.” Our will is to belong entirely and eternally to His Divine Heart!
May Thy Kingdom come!
A Pater and an Ave for the agonizing and for sinners.
A Pater and an Ave for the universal 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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