O Eternal Wisdom, my heart reminds Thee of Thy sorrow of soul.
1. When after the Last Supper on the Mount, Thou wast bathed in
Thy bloody sweat because of the anxiety of Thy heart;
2. And when like an enemy Thou wast made prisoner, cruelly bound,
and led miserably away;
3. When, Lord, Thou wast sacrilegiously maltreated in the night
with hard blows, and with blindfolding of Thine eyes;
4. Early accused before Caiphas and pronounced worthy of death;
5. Seen by Thy affectionate mother with unspeakable sorrow of
heart;
6. Thou wast ignominiously presented before Pilate, falsely
accused, and condemned to die;
7. Thou, O Eternal Wisdom, wast mocked as a fool in a white
garment before Herod;
8. Thy fair body was torn and rent without mercy by the cruel
whips of Thy scourgers;
9. Thy delicate head was pierced with sharp thorns and Thy sweet
face, in consequence, drenched with blood;
10. Thus condemned Thou wast led miserably and shamefully with Thy
cross to death.
Alas, my only hope, let me, therefore, remind Thee to give me Thy
fatherly aid in all my distresses. Oh, unloose my sinful fetters,
guard me against secret vice and open guilt, shelter me from the
false councils of the enemy, and from the occasion of all crime,
inspire me with a sincere sympathy for Thy own sufferings and for
those of Thy tender mother. Lord, at my last departure, judge me
mercifully, teach me to condemn worldly honours, and to serve Thee
wisely. Let all my infirmities be healed in Thy wounds. Let my
reason be fortified and adorned by the injuries inflicted on Thy
head, and may Thy whole Passion be imitated by me according to my
ability. Amen.
Sweet Lord!
1. When on the high branches of the cross Thy eyes were
extinguished and turned in their sockets;
2. Thy divine ears filled with mockery and blasphemy;
3. Thy delicate nostrils stopped with rank smells;
4. Thy sweet mouth with bitter drink;
5. Thy tender feeling visited with rude blows.
Therefore do I beg that Thou wouldst guard this day my eyes from
all dissolute sights, my ears from voluptuous speech. Lord, take
away from me all relish of bodily things, make all temporal things
unpleasant to me, and rid me of all tenderness for my own body.
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