The Holy Hour practiced by Saint Gemma Galgani

This Holy Hour has been taken from the manual of devotions entitled "Let us Pray" by Blessed Elena Guerra.
It was later tranlated into English by Silvio DeLuca C.P. and printed in "The Sign", Vol 8, December 1928. The webmaster would like to thank the Passionist Archives of Union City, New Jersey for kindly providing a copy of this article.

In her Autobiography and Diary we read that Gemma made a Holy Hour every Thursday night, in honor of our Lord's Passion and sufferings in the Garden. She made this Holy Hour faithfully each week until her death. Concerning this Holy Hour, Gemma writes in her Autobiography Every Thursday (night) I continued to make the Holy Hour, but it sometimes happened that it would last even till 2:00am because Jesus was with me; and nearly always He would make me share in that sorrow which He felt in the Garden at the sight of so many of my sins and those of the whole world. A sorrow which can well be compared to the agony of death.

In her Diary, concerning the Holy Hour she writes- (Thursday July 19, 1900)
"This evening at last, after six days of absence of Jesus, since it was Thursday, I began my hour of prayer, thinking of Jesus on the Cross. Then it hap­pened. I found myself with Him suffering and I felt a great desire to suffer and asked Jesus to give me this grace. He granted it; He approached me, took from His head the crown of thorns and placed it upon mine, and then went aside. I looked at Him silently for I was think­ing; Perhaps He did not love me any more, because He had not pressed the crown down hard upon my head as He had done at other times. Jesus understood and pressed it upon my temples. They were painful but happy moments. I then spent an hour with Jesus. I should have liked to continue with Him thus all night, but Jesus loves obedience very much; He Himself always submits to obedience, so when the hour was up He left me. Generally Jesus took the crown off when He was leaving; this time, however, He left it until about four o'clock the following afternoon."

This Holy Hour has been taken from the manual of devotions entitled "Let us Pray" by Blessed Elena Guerra, foundress of the Oblate Sisters of the Holy Spirit in Lucca (also known as the Sisters of Saint Zita (Zitine Sisters). It was also published under the title "An hour of prayer with Jesus agonizing in Gethsemane".

Gemma had been a student in their school and having left because of sickness, she was visited a few days before her miraculous cure by one of the Sisters of St Zita, Sister Giulia Sestina, who, to help the poor girl in her great sufferings, encouraged her to make this Holy Hour and she gave her the prayer book containing the Holy Hour. It was during this exercise of devotion in honor of Our Lord's Agony in Gethsemane that Gemma received the most marvelous graces, as we read in her Autobiography and Diary. About Gemma and the Holy Hour, her spiritual director Venerable Father Germanus C.P. writes- "She resolved to practise this devotion even while confined to bed....Gemma looked on it as a treasure, and at upon first recieving it promised Jesus that if she recovered her health, she would recite the Holy Hour every Thursday night."
By the Providence of God, she made the Holy Hour for the first time on Holy Thursday, 1899, and to prepare well for it she first made a general Confession of her whole life. This shows us the idea and importance she had of the Holy Hour.

The object of this pious exercise consists in making a full hour's prayer having for its meditation the agony of our Lord Jesus Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane; and it can be done at anytime, but most especially it is suited for Thursday evenings.


Place yourself, oh devout Soul, in the presence your most beloved Savior and bring to mind the night in which Jesus, having instituted the Holy Eucharist to be your food, leaves the Cenacle with His Apostles to go to the Garden of Olives, there to begin that most crude Passion by which He was to save the world. A deathly sadness shows itself on the brow and reveals itself in the words of the afflicted Jesus. A deathly pallor clouds that Face on which but now had shone a Heavenly beauty. Meanwhile the sorrowful Savior rests His gaze upon you, as though He would say to you: "Dear Soul, who are the cause of so much anguish to Me, stay with Me but for an hour, and see if there be any sorrow like unto My sorrow"..... But know that on the night of My agony I sought in vain for one to console Me. "I looked for one who would comfort Me and I found none."

Oh adorable Jesus, can there ever be a creature so ungrateful, and so hard of heart, as to refuse to pass an hour in Your company, remembering those myster­ies of supreme pain and supreme love accomplished in the obscurity of the night of Your Passion, in the Garden of Gethsemane? Oh good Jesus, behold me present before You. Deign to reveal to me the great­ness of Your pains and the excess of love which caused You to become a victim for my sins and for the sins of all men.


"My soul is sorrowful even unto death!" There is truly no greater suffering than that which can be compared to the pains of death. Now our Savior, Who is infalli­ble Truth, to make us understand the excess of suffer­ing which came to oppress Him as He entered Gethsemane, says that His soul is weighed down by a mortal sadness: that the anguish which He endures is so severe as could cause His death My soul is sorrowful, even unto death!. And having said this He enters further into the Garden, till, reaching the place where He was accustomed to pass the night in prayer, He exhorts His faithful Apostles (whom He had brought with Him even into the Garden that they might be witnesses to His sufferings) to watch and pray with Him. Then, withdrawing from them a stone's throw, He knelt down to begin the most painful and at the same time most generous prayer ever made upon earth.

The first motive for the sorrow of Jesus was that hor­rible accumulation of outrage and opprobrium which in a short time was to rush in upon Him like the furious billows of a tempest-tossed sea. In fact, He had hard­ly left His beloved Apostles when there appeared before His mind all the frightful scenes of pain and blood of His impending Passion - the betrayal by one of his apostles, dishon­or, scorn, calumnies ... moreover a scourging so cruel as to lay bare His very bones. But this is not enough. His Sacred Head must be tormented by a crown of thorns, which is to remain fastened thereon even till death. Furthermore, blows, spittle, mockeries. Still this is not enough. He must bear the infamy of a legal condemnation, and see Himself abhorred by the great ones of His nation and by His own people. Dying then, because of so much suffering, He must drag Himself to the mount of sacrifice, with the cross on his lacerated shoulders, falling several times half­dead beneath its enormous weight. He must drink the bitter gall. Be stripped in the midst of an insolent multitude. Allow Himself to be nailed hand and foot. Hang for three long hours from those iron nails, and remain there, suspended between Heaven and earth, to expiate by unspeakable pains the iniquities of the human race! Yet this is not enough. To these frightful pangs must be added the most bitter mockery, the most cutting insults and taunts. Then the burning thirst, rendered more tormenting by the vinegar. The abandonment by His Father. The immense grief of His beloved Mother. The terrible and desolate death!

Redeemed Soul, purchased by the cruel pains of Jesus, consider your Savior overwhelmed in an abyss of suffering ... and this for love of you ... to save you ... to bring you with Him to paradise!
Oppressed by so much anguish Jesus goes back to the three Apostles whom He had charged to watch and pray; but He finds them sleeping! There is not one word of comfort for Jesus agonizing ... not one sentiment of compassion! In the bitterness of His abandonment, He turns His sorrowful look upon you, oh devout Soul, to see if He can find in your heart a feeling of compassion and gratitude. And you? Have you no word for the good Jesus? What would you have said if you had really found yourself near to Him in the night of His agony? Alas! open your heart and do now that which you would have done then, for equally welcome will it be to Him, since He always accepts with pleasure the expressions of affection which come from the heart of His faithful ones. (Meditate in silence.)


-Holy Father, Who has so loved the world as even to sacrifice Your Incarnate Son for it, in the name of all the redeemed I thank You for this act of Your infinite charity, offering You in return the most perfect holi­ness and merits of the same Only Begotten Son. (OUR FATHER, HAIL MARY, GLORY BE.)
-Holy Father, Who to deliver us from eternal perdition has placed upon the adorable humanity of Your Only Begotten Son the burden of all our iniquities. I offer You the agony of Jesus in Gethsemane, beseeching You to grant me the grace to enjoy in eternity the fruits of His unspeakable torments. (OUR FATHER, HAIL MARY, GLORY BE.)
-Holy Father, Who to reconcile guilty humanity with Your offended Majesty, hast subjected Your most innocent Son to the rigors of inexorable justice, on Whom were laid the pains merited by our sins, I offer You the most lovable submission of Jesus in Gethsemane, beseeching You to grant the conversion and salvation of all sinners. (OUR FATHER, HAIL MARY, GLORY BE.)


Already a long hour of anguish has passed for Jesus amid the darkness of the night and in the abandon­ment by His beloved disciples. The vivid apprehen­sion of the cruel outrages awaiting Him has spread ter­ror and fear into His blessed soul. He now feels far more keenly the enormous weight of His mission as Savior of the world. He sees that the time of His immolation has come ... Heaven, earth and hell are already armed against Him. He must sustain a great battle, in which all blows will be hurled against Him alone.

What does Jesus do? Pallid, trembling, He turns to His Father and humbly exclaims: "Father, if it be pos­sible, let this chalice pass from Me." What response will the humble prayer of the Son of God receive? Heaven is shut...there is no answer! He wishes to endure even this pain to obtain for us humble perseverance in prayer, and constant patience although Heaven seems closed to our supplications. Ah, good Jesus! there is no suffering which You have not undergone for our comfort and example.

But follow your Jesus, 0 my soul, Who, urged by love, proceeds further and further on the way of sorrow. The frightful procession of all the sins, of all the crimes of the sons of Adam present themselves to His mind and lacerate His Heart. Yet He sees that He must take on Himself this loathsome burden, and appear before the most pure eyes of His Father, covered with the filthiness of sin. It is impossible for the human mind to understand or even to imagine the horrible torture which the blessed and most innocent soul of Jesus now suffered! Already He had piteous­ly complained, saying by the mouth of the prophet:
"The wicked have wrought upon My back!" Oh, how greatly oppressed is the dear Savior under the weight of so many sins!"

But surely the Divine Lamb Who is about to immolate Himself to Divine Justice so often offended by men, after having satisfied for human iniquity in sacrificing His precious life upon a gibbet to take away the sins of the world, can He not at least hope that men acknowledging so great a benefit, will banish sin forever and remain always faithful to Him Who suffered so much to save them from eternal death?

Ah, poor Jesus, would that it were thus! But instead ... a picture more horrible than the preceding opens before His mind. He sees that even after having redeemed mankind by so much suffering and having washed the earth with His Blood: even after having infused the Divine Spirit into His faithful, and made the earth a Paradise of Grace through the Eucharist: ah! even after so many excesses of charity, He still sees sin holding sway in the world. He sees His holy law trampled underfoot, His Church and ministers persecuted, His grace neglected, His love despised ... and weepingly He says: "What profit is there in My Blood? Why pour out all My Blood? Why die amid the agonies of a gibbet, if men, ungrateful for so many benefits, will afterwards give themselves over to the power of the demon and to eternal perdi­tion? When will the sway of sin end in the world?"

And the good Jesus casting His glance upon all the ages to come, beholds sin in all the centuries to follow, in each succeeding year, every day, and at each moment! And the weight of these sins heavily oppress Him, and make Him repeat: "The wicked have wrought upon my back; they have lengthened their iniquity!"

My soul, will you still be among those who length­ening this chain of sin and, repeatedly putting off their promised conversion, wrench from the Heart of Jesus that cry so full of righteous sorrow? Oh, how horrible is sin after a God has shed His Blood to destroy it! Oh how horrible is sin in a soul already cleansed by that divine Blood! souls united to the Heart of Jesus by Holy Communion! Oh most afflicted Savior, with great reason do You lament and weep!

But if Jesus with great reason weeps for the sins of the redeemed in general, what does He not suffer at foreseeing the sins of His intimate friends, of the souls consecrated to Him? "Oh beloved souls," He exclaims, "souls of My peace, who are the intimate friends of my Heart, who live in My house, eat of My bread and nourish yourselves at My table, why do you pierce My Heart by sin? People of My Heart, what have I ever done to you? In what have I grieved you? I have slaked your thirst with the Heavenly waters of My grace, and you have given Me gall! I have satiated you with the precious manna of My Flesh and you have struck Me with blows and scourgings! Oh My people, what have I done to you? In what have I grieved you? I have prepared you a throne in Heaven and you have presented Me a gibbet! Dear Soul of my vineyard, beloved of My Heart, what more could I have done for you that I have not done? What is there that I ought to do more for my vineyard that I have not done to it? And for so much love you return Me brambles and thorns!" (Meditate in silence.)


-Oh my afflicted Savior, I offer You my heart and the hearts of all those men who burn with the fire of perfect love, to repay somewhat Your own infinite love. Grieving for my coldness and that of others, I offer You, oh good Jesus, that holy ardor with which the ancient patriarchs sighed for Your coming, and that holy zeal by which Your Apostles spread Your Name throughout the whole world. (OUR FATHER, HAIL MARY, GLORY BE.)
-Oh my suffering Redeemer, I offer You that perfect and most tender compassion which Your Immaculate Mother, pierced in her soul by the sword of sorrow, offered You at the sight of Your sufferings; and that most perfect gratitude with which, for the whole human race, she thanked You, praised You and blessed You in acknowledging the infinite benefits of Your Redemption. (OUR FATHER, HAIL MAR~ GLORY BE.)
-My agonizing Jesus, I, a wretched creature, not being able to give You that comfort which I would, offer You the joy given to the Trinity and the Angels of Heaven, when You did fulfill, with such pain and with such love, the great work of Redemption; at the same time beseeching You that all the redeemed may be made to understand well this mystery of infinite love. (OUR FATHER, HAIL MAR~ GLORY BE.)


Contemplate, Oh redeemed Soul, how your Savior, His Heart transpierced by man's ingratitude, falls prostrate in agony upon the ground. He is alone, abandoned, with no one to aid Him, Who has not refused to extend His hand to the weak and the afflicted, and even to make a resting place of His Breast for His Apostle, who, tired, laid his head upon it!

Rise up, faithful soul, the moment has come in which to make Jesus suffering a return of love. What would you have done if on the night of the Passion you had found yourself in Gethsemane close to the agonizing Jesus?
My dearest Lord, I wish to raise You up from the earth ... to offer You my heart, upon which to rest Your drooping Head and then to say a word which will console You. My most sweet Savior,
I love You, I love You, I love You! I wish to see love for You, to obtain love for You, to have all love You. I wish to consume life itself to have You loved, loved greatly, loved always, loved by all Your redeemed.

My sweet Jesus, I have said that I would spend even life itself to have You loved; to make sacrifice for this, no matter how great; yet when I meet some slight contradiction, some small humiliation, a refusal, a reproof an unkindness ... do I bear it? Do I really love sacrifice? ... do I rejoice in being able to offer You the mortification of passion? ... Good Jesus, I am ashamed to answer ... But here close to You; here at the school of suffering and love, I wish to learn, my sweet Master, to mortify and sacrifice myself in all things and for love of You.

Meanwhile the hours of His mortal agony pass slowly for Jesus ... He, the God of Heaven and earth, languishes prostrate upon the ground, and no one is mindful of Him. But what are the disciples doing? They sleep!...Ah, Jesus on the night of His Passion had to undergo even this pain of desertion of His dear ones; and He felt in His Heart the whole bitterness of it! That sorrow He then accepted, even desired it; but now He does not wish it any longer; rather He wants His redeemed to hold vigil around Him, meditating on His Passion. But instead the greater part sleep the sleep of the ungrateful, which consists in the forgetfulness of Him Who loves and benefits us.
Oh, what an excess of ingratitude and hard-heartedness! Oh good Jesus, You are not known; for if we but knew You, we would always think of You, and our hearts would not beat except for You.
While Jesus is grieving alone and prostrate upon the ground, behold an Angel of Heaven comes to comfort Him. With the humility of an obedient son, Jesus receives His Father's messenger, ready to submit to His Commands. The Angel has come to strengthen Him, but not to console Him, nor to lighten His pains, nor to take from His hands the bitter chalice. Indeed He encourages Jesus to bear up under the battle He is to wage, and to receive bravely the blows which Heaven, the world, and hell will hurl at Him; Heaven because the eternal Justice of the Father was about to punish in Him all the iniquity of men; the world, which unable to endure the holiness of the Son of God, was preparing a Cross for Him; and hell, which through hatred of the Saint of Saints, excites the enemies of Jesus Christ to greater cruelty, and more spiteful outrage. Wherefore the Angel exhorts Him to drink to the very dregs the abominable chalice of human iniquity, to become, as it were, cursed for us, to bear the whole weight of Divine Vengeance.

Meanwhile Justice and Mercy await the fiat of Jesus, in which they will be reconciled forever. Heaven awaits it, that it might be peopled by holy men; the earth awaits it, yearning to see the malediction merited by its first sin blotted out by the Precious Blood of the Divine Redeemer; the just imprisoned in the bosom of Abraham, await it, that they might again become the children of God and see the gates of Heaven reopened to them.

But how greatly does this fiat cost Jesus. He, the most innocent, He, the Holy and Immaculate One - must put on the loathsome garb of the sinner, of the wicked: He must appear as the guilty one, and make our iniquities His own. Immeasurable is the anguish this causes Him, and makes Him repeat: "Let this Chalice pass from Me!" But at the same time He sees that we are lost if He does not take the guilt of our offenses upon Himself, if He does not consent to the scourges of the punisher, and wash away our iniquities in His Blood ... Therefore with a most generous burst of heroic love, Jesus pronounces His sublime fiat.

He says fiat- "Thy will be done," and thus He consents to shoulder all our misdeeds, and as if guilty of them, accepts, and even calls upon Himself these horrible chastisements; wherefore He says fiat to the thorns to expiate for our evil thoughts; fiat to the scourging to punish in Himself our sins of sensuality; fiat to the insults, the spittle and the blows to atone for our pride; fiat to the vinegar and gall, in satisfaction for our numberless sins of speech and gluttony; fiat to the cross and nails, to repair for our disobedience; fiat to those three hours of tearful agony on the cross to heal all our wounds, to remedy all our evils; fiat to His death to give us eternal life! Oh precious fiat which rejoices Heaven, saves the world, and overthrows hell! Fiat that breaks so many chains, dries so many tears! Thanks be to You, Oh good Jesus; thanks for so generous a fiat. I bless You and thank You in the name of all men. (Meditate in silence.)


-Holy Father, Who in reparation for our rebellions and disobediences did wish to be honored by the generous fiat of Jesus in Gethsemane, I offer You that same fiat in expiation for all the offenses which Your adorable Majesty has received from my rebellious and stubborn Will, beseeching You to grant me perfect docility and submission through the merits of the same fiat. (OUR FATHER, HAIL MARY, GLORY BE.)
-Holy Father, through the glory which the generous fiat of Jesus in Gethsemane procured for You, I beseech You to pardon me every fault of rebellion and disobedience, and to grant me the grace henceforth to love fully submissive to Your holy will and to the will of my superiors for love of You. (OUR FATHER, HAIL MARY, GLORY BE.)
-Holy Father, through the generous effort and the anguish which the fiat uttered in Gethsemane cost Jesus, I beg You to grant to me, to all the souls consecrated to You, and to all Christians, the spirit of holy fortitude and constancy, united to a generosity which will count as light every sacrifice for Your glory. (OUR FATHER, HAIL MARY, GLORY BE.)


My Jesus has now uttered His great fiat! But the effort causes Him to fall again upon the earth, crushed beneath the enormous weight with which He had burdened Himself. Oppressed on the one hand by the divine Justice, which considers Him as universal victim upon whom are to be united all sin and its punishment; and on the other hand by His infinite desire to fulfill His divine mission as Redeemer of the world, which latter is preparing for Him that baptism of blood so greatly desired by Him.

Ah! in truth, the good Jesus can now be considered as choice wheat ground between two millstones, and as sweet grapes trodden in the wine-press! Indeed, such is the intense agony which oppresses His Heart that He begins to sweat Blood from all His members; and this so copiously, that it trickles down to the ground! Oh, how much has that great fiat cost Jesus! Oh, how much He has had to suffer in order to become debtor for our sins! And what shame for me who refuse to make even the least sacrifice, while I see my God freely become victim for love of me. "He was offered because it was His own will."

But why, sweet Jesus, why torture Yourself thus with infinite pain, You Who with one sole prayer, with one sigh, with one beat of Your Heart, could have saved the world? But a prophet had already said that the redemption of Jesus would be a copious redemp­tion. And truly it is a copious redemption which He has wrought, for by it we are moreover restored to the honor enjoyed by the innocent, the just and the saints!

Only a God could have accomplished so great a work!
But Jesus is not yet satisfied; in His incomprehensi­ble love He wishes that by means of His sufferings there be placed in our hands as some thing absolute­ly ours, the rich treasures of His merits, that by them we might obtain every good from the most High.
What more could be desired? Yet there are gifts so great that man could not have dared to ask for them, nor even thought of being able to acquire them. But the infinite charity of our Blessed Savior thinks of them, and with the voice of His Blood, and the sighs of His afflicted Heart He obtains for us from His Father the supreme grace of being raised up even to the Embrace of the Divinity, by means of the Eucharist which He had that same night instituted. And as if this is not enough to satisfy a charity which knows no lim­its, He wishes that His Spirit, the Divine Paraclete, be infused and remain permanently in our souls. "I shall ask the Father," He had said that same night to His Apostles, "I shall ask the Father, and He shall send you the Holy Spirit." And now here in Gethsemane, suf­fering and dripping Blood, He fulfills such a promise meriting for us the infusion of the Divine Paraclete, and thus elevating man to the highest degree of happi­ness, grace and glory.

Jesus can now do no more for us; yet there remains to Him one more desire. He remembers that His Father has said to Him: "Ask of Me, and I will give You the nations as Your inheritance;" and raising His bloodstained Face to Heaven, He asks that among those nations promised to Him as His inheritance, He might have chosen bands of espoused souls who will be the beloved of His Heart, faithful disciples follow­ing His example, and upon whom He can pour forth the abundance of those graces merited by Him with so much pain. "Give Me souls, give Me souls, oh Father, and all else will I give You, even My life which will be consummated on the cross for them. Give Me souls."

And among all these souls Jesus also chooses yours; desires it, wants it, asks it of His Father with tears, and for it in particular renews the offering of Himself and all His boundless sufferings. My soul, my soul, how greatly are you loved by that God, Who sweating blood, chose you, desired you, embraced you as spouse!

And even as in a little while Jesus, from the height of the cross, will say to His Mother, "Behold your son," and in the person of John will consign to her all the redeemed, so in Gethsemane He turns to His Father and says: "Behold Your children. I, Your Son by nature, hold the place of sinful man, that the sinner might take My place and become Your child by grace. For Me, 0 Father, sufferings; for sinners, pardon and peace; for Me death, for him life; for Me, abandonment, for him a perfect, blessed and eternal union with Thee ... Behold, behold Your children ... embrace them. My Blood renders them pure, beautiful, and worthy of You. Father, I wish (Jesus had never before said "I wish," but now He says it). I wish that the souls which You have given to Me, may be one with Us, united to Us, as I with You. Remember, oh Father, that I have abased Myself to become man, that man might be raised up even to God reigning in Your own glory for all eternity."

Behold the incomprehensible mysteries of love which operate in the Heart of a God Who sweats blood for men! Behold the admirable fruits of the Blood of Jesus! Silence, admiration and generous love; these, oh redeemed Soul, Soul espoused to a God become man, is the only return you can make to the Great, and Holy, and Infinite Love, Who immolates Himself for you! (Meditate in silence.)


-Holy Father, with a heart penetrated with the most vivid gratitude, I thank You in the name of all men, for giving us a Redeemer so good and so generous, through Whom, with infinite advantage, we have recovered the blessings lost by original sin. I offer You for the salvation of all the redeemed, the Blood which He shed, beseeching You to grant that the fruits of the redemption be as copious as the redemption itself and that the good Jesus be known, loved and blessed by all the children of Adam for all eternity. (OUR FATHER, HAIL MARY, GLORY BE.)

-Holy Father, I offer the Precious Blood of Jesus to obtain from Your mercy the exaltation and increase of the Catholic Church, the conversion of all infidels, heretics, and sinners, the perseverance of the just, and the liberation of the souls in Purgatory. I offer It to You for the greater good of my superiors and all my dear ones. Moreover, I offer It to You for the sanctification of my soul and to obtain ... (here one petitions for all the graces desired.) (OUR FATHER, HAIL MARY, GLORY BE.)

-Holy Father, Who has so loved the world as even to sacrifice Your only begotten Son amid great torment for it, grant that the world will now exceedingly love Jesus, show whole-hearted gratitude to Him, bless and exalt Him; and that the souls may be many who are perfectly united and constantly faithful to Him, and that among that number may also be found my own poor soul. Holy Father, I offer You the sighs, the prayers, and the agony of Jesus in Gethsemane, together with the Blood He shed, that You may reawaken most vividly in the hearts of all Christians devotion to the admirable mysteries of the Redemption; and with it that true and generous spirit of sacrifice, which makes the soul so like to Jesus. (OUR FATHER, HAIL MARY, GLORY BE.)


One more glance at your Jesus, oh my Soul, oh Soul of His love and pain. The long hours of the Agony in Gethsemane have already passed to give place to a day of outrage and to the final three hours of torture on the cross.
Behold Judas comes to betray Him ... and Jesus like a meek lamb, goes to meet him! Ah, my Jesus, am I to see You in the arms of a traitor? Ah, no! rather come to my embrace; even into my heart, oh good Jesus, for I no longer wish to offend You, but always to love You.


1) To stamp upon one's heart the sufferings of Jesus and to often meditate upon them.

2) To excite oneself to a generous love for Jesus and to refuse Him no sacrifice.

3) To reflect that Jesus is no longer suffering upon earth, and no longer having need of loving services, has left us the afflicted in His place; wherefore He wishes that we give to our neighbor that sympathy and aid which He (to suffer the more) renounced during His Passion, being certain that He will consider as done to Himself that which we do to our brethren, for whatever you do to others, you do to me. That this reflection will make charity increase within us.


Eternal Father, I thank You because Your infinite Love has saved me, even against my own will. Thank You, my Father, for Your immense patience, which has waited for me. Thank You, my God, for Your incommensurate compassion, which has had pity on me. The only return I can make to you in payment for all that You have given me is my weakness, my pain and my misery.

I am before You, Spirit of Love, you who are an ever-burning fire, and I want to remain in Your adorable presence. I want to make reparation for my faults, renew myself in the fervor of my consecration, and render to You my homage of praise and adoration.

Blessed Jesus, I am before You and I want to draw from Your Divine Heart countless graces for me and for all souls, for the Holy Church, and for your priests and religious. Grant, Oh Jesus, that these hours be truly hours of intimacy, hours of love in which I will be granted to receive all the graces that Your Divine Heart has reserved for me.

Virgin Mary, Mother of God and my Mother, I unite myself to you, and beg of you to have me share in the feelings of Your Immaculate Heart.

My God, I believe, I adore, I hope and I love You. I ask pardon for those who do not believe, do not adore, do not hope and do not love You.

Most Holy Trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, I adore You profoundly and I offer You the Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity of Jesus Christ, present in all the tabernacles of the world, in reparation for the outrages, sacrileges and indifferences whereby He is offended. And through the infinite merits of His Most Sacred Heart and the Immaculate Heart of Mary, I beg of You the conversion of poor sinners.


Act of Faith and Adoration

I believe, O Jesus, with my liveliest faith that You are present, here, in front of me, under the Eucharistic Species. You, the Eternal Word of the Father, are begotten from all eternity and incarnate in the womb of the Virgin Mother. Jesus Christ, Redeemer and King, I truly believe that You are present in the ineffable truth of Your Divinity and Your Humanity.

Jesus, You are the same Jesus of Bethlehem, the Divine Child, who for my sake will accept banishment, poverty and persecution. You are the Jesus of Nazareth, who for my love, embraced concealment, hardships and obedience. You are the Divine Teacher, who came to teach me the sweet truths of the Faith, to bring the great commandment of love: Your Commandment. You are the Merciful Savior, the One who bends over all my miseries with infinite understanding and moving kindness, always ready to forgive, to heal, to renew. You are the Holy Victim immolated for the glory of the Father and the good of all souls. You are the Jesus, who sweated blood for me in the Garden of Gethsemani; who suffered for me the condemnation of human tribunals, the most painful flagellation, the cruel and humiliating crowning of thorns, the cruel martyrdom of the crucifixion. You are He, who wanted to agonize and to die for me. You are the Risen Jesus, the vanquisher of death, of sin and of hell, who longs to communicate the treasures of Divine Life, which You possess in all its fullness.

My Jesus, You are here, present in the Consecrated Holy Host, with a Heart overflowing with tenderness, a Heart, which loves infinitely. In Your Heart, Jesus, I find the infinite Love, the Divine Charity - God, the beginning of Life - existent and alive. How sweet it is for me, My God, Trinity most blessed, to worship You in this Tabernacle where You are now!

Therefore, I join the angels and the saints, who invisible but present and vigilant around Your Tabernacle, adore You incessantly. I join, above all, Your most holy Mother, and her feelings of profound adoration and intense love, that sprang from her soul from the first instant of Your Incarnation, when she carried You in her immaculate womb.

And while I worship You in this Tabernacle, I do so in all the Tabernacles of the world and especially in those where You are most abandoned and forgotten. I adore you in each Consecrated Host that exists between Heaven and Earth.

I worship You, God the Father, because through Christ, You have descended to my humanity, and because through His adorable Heart, You have united Yourself so closely to man, to me, a poor ingrate creature. I adore You in this church sanctified by the ever current Presence of Your Divine Being. I prostrate myself in profound adoration before Your Sovereign Majesty. Yet, at the same time, love draws me up to You.

I worship You, God the Father, and I love You. My love and my adoration are totally mixed and combined in my soul, so much that I could not tell whether I love more than I adore or adore more than I love. I adore You because I find in You: all power, all holiness, justice and wisdom. You are My Creator and My God. I love You because I find in You all beauty, all kindness, all tenderness and all mercy. I love You because You have given me, as a present, an invaluable treasure.

Jesus is my Treasure. He is mine and at any moment I can draw graces from Him with full hands, since I find this Treasure always abundant. I take all I need from Him, in order to pay my debts, to meet my needs, to find delight, to earn a crown. What ineffable gift is this Jesus, whose Heart overflows with all tenderness! A treasure, which is never depleted, the more I take, the more He gives.

O God the Father, You have loved your creatures so much, that You gave them Your only Son. In order that the majesty of Your Word would imbue us with fear and our souls could address Him with confidence, You clothed Him with flesh like ours. You adorned Him with the most attractive graces. Above all, You gave Him an infinitely perfect Heart, such, that It had to be the abode of Your delights, because in this Heart lives Your Divine Fullness, and in It the most humble of creatures has a place of privilege.

That adored Heart is as immense as Yourself, My God, because It contains You. It is also my dwelling place, since It loves me. In It I meet Your Divinity, and upon seeing me in this sacred refuge, Your just wrath is placated and Your Justice is disarmed.

I adore You, God the Father, through Jesus and in Jesus. I worship Jesus, Your Son, who by His Humanity is My Brother and by His Divinity is My God. I love You through Jesus and with Jesus. I love You through the Heart of Jesus, made mine by love. I love You in Jesus. Through Him my love reaches You. Through Him I can reach You and embrace You.

R/: My God, I acknowledge that You are infinite kindness and I believe in Your Love for me.

In the sublime mystery of the unity of Your Nature and the Trinity of Your Persons, R/.

In the harmony of Your innumerable Perfections, R/.

In the inexhaustible wealth, with which you make beings out of nothing, R/.

In the peaceful possession of Your eternal Happiness, R/.

In the infinite Wisdom, with which You govern all things, R/.

In the unfathomable kindness, with which You elevate man to the dignity of being Your child, R/.

In the infinite Mercy, with which You tolerate and conserve the sinner, R/.

In the mysterious decree by which Redemption was established, R/.

In the infinite debasing of Your Incarnation, R/.

In the humiliations, the concealment and the labors of Your earthly life, R/.

In the ignominy of Your Passion and Death, R/.

In the glory of Your Resurrection, of Your Ascension and of Your triumph in the heavens, R/.

In Your Divine Heart opened by a lance on Calvary, R/.

In Your Divine Heart revealed to Your saints in the course of the centuries, R/.

In Your Divine Heart, beating with Love for us in Your adorable Chest, present in our Tabernacles, R/.

In Your Divine Heart, overflowing with Mercy for poor sinners, especially in the Sacrament of Penance, R/.

In Your priesthood, which in the course of the centuries continues Your work of Love and Salvation, R/.

In Your Vicar, Your visible representative on earth, R/.

In the Church, which conserves and dispenses the treasures of Your Divine Grace to souls, R/.

In its infallible Magisterium, its wise ruling, and its unfathomable power to sanctify, R/.

In Most Holy Mary, Your Mother, enriched with so many privileges and also established as our Mother, Coredemptrix and Advocate, R/.

In the exuberant fruitfulness with which You produce saints, R/.

In the moving generosity with which You dispense Your gifts, R/.

In the mysterious work of grace in the intimacy of the soul, R/.

In the purifying gift of Your Cross, R/.

In the marvelous Providence, with which You follow each creature through the course of his life, R/.

In Your infinite Glory, which You communicate to Your elect, making them eternally happy in Heaven, R/.

Lord, in the recitation of the Gloria at Holy Mass, the Church invites me to give You thanks for Your infinite glory. She invites me to thank You, to glorify You and to praise You for all that You are, My God. For this reason I take pleasure in repeating: I give You thanks for You Are Infinite Love.

After having prostrated myself to worship You in the Heart of Jesus, I want to give You thanks. I thank You, my God, because You are Love, and I thank You for all the gifts of Your Love. And since it is through Jesus that You have given us the most precious gifts, the gifts of supernatural life, it is also through Him, with Him and in Him, that I want to lift up to You this hymn of thanksgiving.

In union with Jesus I thank You, God the Father, for all the personal graces You have bestowed upon me. You gave me life, bringing me out of the void. You have conserved my life, day after day up to this moment. But You have given me another more valuable life, the life of grace, which makes me share in Your own Divine Life. And after the first grace, with which You sanctified me on the day of my Baptism, I have received from You so many more graces that have conserved, increased and, perhaps, regained my supernatural life!

I think of the gifts of Your Love, which I have enjoyed so abundantly:

In the Church You have given me as my teacher and guide towards eternity.

In the priests who have conferred on me the gifts of Your Love.

In the forgiveness, continually renewed.

In the Eucharist, which has been my nourishment, strength and consolation.

In the Virgin Mary, who is my good Mother, my consoler, my help and my special protector during every instant of my life.

In the Paradise You have prepared for me, which with Your grace, I hope to reach.

I look at my life, sown with joys and sorrows, and I understand that all in it has been Love. All of it, O My God, because from Your Loving Heart nothing but Grace and Love can flow.

R/: I thank You, my God.

For all these things, R/.

For all the gladness You have allowed me to enjoy; as well as for all the sorrows and trials You have scattered on my path, R/.

For the known, as well as for the unknown graces, R/.

For the favors of the past and for those in the future, R/.

For all You have done in me and for me and for all that You will still want to do in the future, R/.

Above all for calling me to the knowledge of Your Love and to consecrate myself to It, R/.

For Your Light and Joy, of which I am far from being worthy, R/.

For the light and joy that the knowledge of Your Love has brought to my life, R/.

For the possession of Your Love, which makes You mine, and makes me Yours, R/.

But I do not want and ought not to give thanks for myself only. I give You thanks also for all the gifts which Your Love has poured out on the Church. I give You thanks for all the benefits granted to the angels and to the saints, perpetual praises of Your Love. And I thank You above all, for the innumerable benefits granted to Most Holy Mary, our sweet Mother. I thank You for having made her so great, so holy, so beautiful. I thank You for the privileges that You have given her and for the throne of glory, on which You have placed her. I give You thanks for having made of this creature of Your predilection, a Mother in whom I can and should place all my hopes.

In order to offer a more efficacious thanksgiving, I permit myself, O Lord, to liven it with my love. Therefore, I tell You again and again that I love You with all my heart, with all my soul, with all my mind and with all my strength.

R/: I love You, my God.

You, who are infinite Love, R/.

You, who have saved me by Your Love, R/.

You, who command me to love You, R/.

With all my heart, R/.

With all my soul, R/.

With all my spirit, R/.

With all my strength, R/.

Above all possessions and honors, R/.

Above all pleasures and joys, R/.

More than myself and all that belongs to me, R/.

More than my parents and friends, R/.

More than all men and angels, R/.

Above all created things in Heaven and on earth, R/.

Only for Yourself, R/.

Because You are the utmost Goodness, R/.

Because You are infinitely worthy of being loved, R/.

Because You are infinitely Perfect, R/.

Even if You had not promised me Paradise, R/.

Even if You did not threaten me with hell, R/.

Even if You tried me with misery and misfortune, R/.

In abundance and in poverty, R/.

In prosperity and in misfortune, R/.

In honors and in scorns, R/.

In joys and in pain, R/.

In health and in sickness, R/.

In life and in death, R/.

In time and in eternity, R/.

In union with the love, with which all the saints and angels love You in Heaven, R/.

In union with the love, with which the Blessed Virgin Mary loves You, R/.

In union with the infinite Love, with which You eternally love us, R/.

O My God, You who possesses in an unfathomable abundance all that is perfect and worthy of love, extinguish in me all culpable, sensual and inordinate love towards creatures. Ignite in my heart the most pure fire of Your Love so that I may love only You, for You, to the point of being consumed in Your Most Holy Love, so that I may go, together with the chosen, to love You eternally in Heaven. Amen.

Lord, now I want to make atonement before You. O Jesus, Divine Victim of our altars, great and only Atoner, I also unite myself to You in order to perform with You and through You, the role of a small atoning soul.

And I also call upon you, O my Mother, that just as you offered your Jesus to the Father at the same time that He immolated Himself for His Glory and for the salvation of souls at Calvary, may you renew at this moment, that mystical offering in my place.

Offer in the chalice of your Immaculate Heart, O sweet Virgin, the sorrows of Jesus together with yours in order to invoke Divine Mercy on me and on the whole world. After having thanked You for your endless gifts, how could I not be troubled at the sight of my many faults and infidelities? How ungrateful and cold I have been in response to your benefits!

Prostrated before You, who has loved me so much, filled with confusion and regret, I beseech Your Pardon and Your Mercy:

R/: O Jesus, have mercy on me!

For the misuse I made of the natural gifts I received from You: my life, my energy, my time, my senses, my intelligence, my tongue, R/.

For the great and small acts of disobedience to Your law, R/.

For the duties, disregarded or carelessly completed, R/.

For the good I could have done and have not done, R/.

For allowing many times the triumph of bad inclinations in me; of pride, vanity and egoism, R/.

For not having practiced Your commandment of charity as You ordained it, R/.

For having left barren in me so many graces, R/.

For the lukewarmness with which I practiced my life of piety, R/.

For the indifference and coldness with which I responded to Your gifts of Love, R/.

For having many times preferred the creatures and human satisfactions to You and Your consolations, R/.

For the little fidelity and generosity with which I have lived my consecration, R/.

For the lack of faith in Your Love and the abandonment of It, R/.

For the lack of dedication to souls and to the Church, R/.

For my rebelliousness and lack of love for Your Will, and Your Cross, R/.

I lose myself in Your Presence, O my God.

I kneel at Your Feet.

I prostrate myself in front of You, O Jesus, Divine Host, My Redeemer and Savior, as did Mary Magdalene. And even though it is true that I am unworthy of Your Love, I am certain that You will have for me the same merciful tenderness.


Psalm 51 (50) - The Miserere

Have mercy on me, God, in your kindness.
In your compassion blot out my offenses.
O wash me more and more from my guilt
And cleanse me from my sin.

My offenses truly I know them;
My sin is always before me.
Against you, you alone, have I sinned;
What is evil in your sight I have done.

That you may be justified when you give sentence
And be without reproach when you judge.
O see, in guilt I was born,
A sinner was I conceived.

Indeed you love truth in the heart;
then in the secret of my heart teach me wisdom.
O purify me, then I shall be clean;
O wash me, I shall be whiter than snow.

Make me hear rejoicing and gladness,
That the bones you have crushed may revive.
From my sins turn away your face
And blot out all my guilt.

A pure heart create for me, O God,
Put a steadfast spirit within me.
Do not cast me away from your presence,
Nor deprive me of your Holy Spirit.

Give me again the joy of your help;
With a spirit of fervor sustain me,
That I may teach transgressors your ways
And sinners may return to you.

O rescue me, God my helper,
and my tongue shall ring out your goodness.
O Lord, open my lips
And my mouth shall declare your praise.

For in sacrifice you take no delight,
Burnt offerings from me you would refuse,
my sacrifice, a contrite spirit.
A humbled, contrite heart you will not spurn.

In your goodness, show favor to Zion:
Rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
Then you would be pleased with lawful sacrifice,
Holocausts offered on your altar.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.


Being confident that in Your infinite Mercy You have granted me pardon for my countless faults, offenses and acts of negligence, I dare, O Jesus, to also ask pardon for my brothers and sisters.

I think of the untold number of sins being committed in the world, day after day, by individuals and by nations: sins committed by rulers and by subjects; sins of pride, sensuality and covetousness; and sins of thought, word, deed and omission.

For all these sins and for all the poor wretches who commit them, I dare to ask You, O Jesus, for the outpouring of Your infinite Mercy. It is our sins that caused You to agonize in the Garden of Olives, and submerged Your most Holy Soul in a sea of sadness.

Do not forget, O Jesus, that You freely wanted to take up our burden, that You wanted to become sin in order to erase ours. Do not forget, O Jesus, that You offered Yourself to the wrath of the Father in order to rescue Your guilty brothers.

O Jesus, I beg You to renew Your offering to the Father by again presenting Your wounds to Him. Show Him the thorns, the scourging and the nails that pierced Your Flesh, but especially let Him see Your wounded Heart, overflowing with Love for Him and for us, and ask His forgiveness.

Remember, O Jesus, that greater than all our faults is Your Mercy. Pour It, O Jesus, over this guilty world. Seek out the sheep that have strayed away from the herd, and show them the great power of Your saving Love.

And since Your Heart is wounded by the faults of those nearest to You, I beseech Your Forgiveness, O Jesus, for those who renew the kiss of Judas or the denial of Peter. May none carry out Judas's desperate action, but may Your Grace prompt them, as it did Peter, to a reparation of love.


The Litany of the
Sacred Heart of Jesus

Lord, have mercy on us. R/: Lord, have mercy on us.

Christ, have mercy on us. R/: Christ, have mercy on us.

Lord, have mercy on us. R/: Lord, have mercy on us.

Christ, hear us. R/: Christ, hear us.

Christ, graciously hear us. R/: Christ graciously hear us.

R/: Have mercy on us.

God, the Father of Heaven,

God the Son, Redeemer of the world,

God the Holy Spirit,

Holy Trinity, one God,

Heart of Jesus, Son of the eternal Father,

Heart of Jesus, formed by the Holy Spirit in the womb of the Virgin Mother,

Heart of Jesus, substantially united to the Word of God,

Heart of Jesus, infinite majesty,

Heart of Jesus, sacred temple of God,

Heart of Jesus, tabernacle of the Most High,

Heart of Jesus, house of God and gate of Heaven,

Heart of Jesus, burning furnace of charity,

Heart of Jesus, abode of justice and love,

Heart of Jesus, full of goodness and love,

Heart of Jesus, abyss of all virtues,

Heart of Jesus, most worthy of all praises,

Heart of Jesus, King and Center of all hearts,

Heart of Jesus, in whom are all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge,

Heart of Jesus, in whom dwells the fullness of divinity,

Heart of Jesus, in whom the Father was well pleased,

Heart of Jesus, of whose fullness we have all received,

Heart of Jesus, desire of the everlasting hills,

Heart of Jesus, patient and most merciful,

Heart of Jesus, enriching all who invoke You,

Heart of Jesus, fountain of life and holiness,

Heart of Jesus, propitiation for our sins,

Heart of Jesus, loaded down with opprobrium,

Heart of Jesus, bruised for our offenses,

Heart of Jesus, obedient unto death,

Heart of Jesus, pierced with a lance,

Heart of Jesus, source of all consolation,

Heart of Jesus, our life and resurrection,

Heart of Jesus, our peace and reconciliation,

Heart of Jesus, victim for sins,

Heart of Jesus, salvation of all who trust in You,

Heart of Jesus, hope of those who die in You,

Heart of Jesus, delight of all the saints,

Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, R/: spare us, O Lord.

Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, R/: graciously hear us, O Lord.

Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, R/: have mercy on us.

Jesus meek and humble of heart, R/: Make our hearts like Yours.

Sacred Heart of Jesus, R/: I trust in You.

Sacred heart of Mary, R/: save my soul.

Jesus and Mary, I love You with all my soul, save souls, and save my soul.



Before leaving this Holy Tabernacle I want, O my Jesus, to have recourse to Your Divine Heart's infinite wealth.

Consecrated to Your Love, I believe that I can ask for nothing better than the fulfillment of Your own desires. It is Your Divine Desires that I want to present to the Father, before the conclusion of this time of graces, and beg Him in Your Name, to answer them.

The first desire of Jesus is the salvation of souls: to redeem the world by means of love, to establish the Kingdom of infinite Love throughout the earth.

Allow me then, O Jesus, to express my ardent wish that the Kingdom of Your Love be established all over the earth. O infinite Love, living in the Divine Heart of Jesus, make Yourself known to men so that men may love You, as You want to be loved.

The second desire of Jesus is to make use of priests for this great work, to make of them active laborers, and by means of them, to work in souls and in the world.

O Jesus, eternal Priest and Savior of the world, in order to realize this burning desire of Your Heart, multiply vocations, and send many holy workers to Your harvest.

O Jesus, make every priest an authentic sower of Your Love.

I beg You for the Holy Father, for the bishops, for all the priests who have helped me, for all priests.

I ask You, O Jesus, to sustain them during battle, to comfort them in loneliness, to encourage them in their failures, to make their hardships fruitful, and to pour into their hearts your Divine Heart's Love.

R/: Give us holy priests.

Lord, to watch over Your honor and glory, R/.

Lord, to increase our faith, R/.

Lord, to sustain Your Church, R/.

Lord, to preach Your doctrine, R/.

Lord, to defend Your cause, R/.

Lord, to counteract error, R/.

Lord, to annihilate the sects, R/.

Lord, to uphold the truth, R/.

Lord, to guide our souls, R/.

Lord, to improve habits, R/.

Lord, to vanish vices, R/.

Lord, to illuminate the world, R/.

Lord, to teach the riches of Your Heart, R/.

Lord, to teach us to love the Holy Spirit, R/.

Lord, to have all Your ministers become the light of the world and the salt of the earth, R/.

O Jesus, Holy Priest, we ask You with the greatest humility in our souls to increase priestly vocations and to form them according to the designs of Your loving Heart. Only then will we obtain holy priests, and there will soon be in the world only one flock and only one Shepherd. Amen.


Concluding Prayer

O Jesus, Eternal Priest, Divine Victim, who moved by an impulse of incomparable Love for men, Your brothers, You made Your Heart bring forth the Christian priesthood. Deem worthy to continue pouring over Your ministers the life-giving torrents of Your infinite Love.

Live in Your priests. Transform them into You. Make them, by Your Grace, instruments of Your Mercy. Work in them and through them. Grant that after having clothed themselves completely in You, by the faithful imitation of Your Divine Virtues, they may accomplish the same works that You Yourself accomplished for the salvation of the world, in Your Name and by the power of Your Spirit,.

Divine Redeemer of souls, look how great is the multitude of those who still sleep in the darkness of error. Count the number of the straying sheep, who walk amidst steep cliffs. Consider the throngs of the poor, the hungry, the ignorant and the feeble, who groan in the neglect.

Come back to us, Lord, through Your priests. Truly live again in them. Work through them, and walk again in the world, teaching, forgiving, consoling, sacrificing and renewing the sacred links of love, between the Heart of God and the heart of man. Amen.

Grant, O Jesus, that the labor of Your Love may always be in complete accordance with the purposes, for which You intended. Grant that it expands and consolidates itself, and that it conquers all souls for the sweetest Kingdom of Your Love.

O Jesus, I have asked for Your Kingdom. I do not need to ask for myself, for everything will be given to me. You know what I need. Look, and do what Your Heart suggests. I put my trust in Your Heart. I abandon myself to Your sweet Providence, and I give You thanks for the gift of these hours of intimacy with You. I thank You in union with Mary, for all the benefits that Your Love has yet reserved for me, in time, and in eternity.



Born: March 12, 1878
Extraordinary Mystical Experiences begin: 1898
Miraculous Cure: Friday, March 3, 1899 -1st Friday of the month (Sacred Heart devotion)
Received Stigmata: June 8, 1899 -Vigil of the Solemnity of the Sacred Heart of Jesus
Died: Holy Saturday, April 11, 1903
Beatified: May 14, 1933 by Pope Pius XI
Canonized: May 2, 1940 by Pope Pius XII
Patroness of Pharmacists, loss of parents, those suffering back injury or back pain, those struggling with temptations and those seeking purity of heart.
Feast Day: April 11th (or May 16th for those in the passionnist community.
 Saint Gemma Galgani's Prayer

O my crucified God, behold me at Your feet; do not cast me out, now that I appear before You as a sinner. I have offended You exceedingly in the past, my Jesus, but it shall be so no longer.

Before You, O Lord, I place all my sins; I have now considered Your own sufferings and see how great is the worth of that Precious Blood that flows from Your veins.

O my God, at this hour close Your eyes to my want of merit, and since You have been pleased to die for my sins, grant me forgiveness for them all, that I may no longer feel the burden of my sins, for this burden, Dear Jesus, oppresses me beyond measure.

Assist me, my Jesus, for I desire to become good whatsoever it may cost; take away, destroy, utterly root out all that You find in me contrary to Your holy will. At the same time, I pray You, Lord Jesus, to enlighten me that I may be able to walk in Your holy light. Amen

The Blessed Mother's Canticle
"The Magnificat"

My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God, my savior; for He has looked upon the lowliness of His handmaid.

From now on all generations shall call me Blessed, for the Almighty has done great things for me.

Holy is His Name, and His mercy is on His faithful from generation to generation.

He shows mighty deeds with His Arm: He scatters the proud of heart, He throws down the mighty from their thrones, and raises the lowly to high places.

He fills the hungry with good things, while the rich he sends away empty.

He helps Israel, His servant, ever mindful of His Mercy, as He had promised our fathers, in favor of Abraham and his descendants forever.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

The Holy Hour as Practiced by Saint Gemma Galgini
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