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thou, my Creator and my God, didst feel in thine Agony, when thou didst pray yet longer, and didst bedew the earth with the sweat of Blood, wrung from thee by thine exceeding anguish, desire, and love; beseeching thee by all and each of those most sacred drops, all which I here offer thee with devout affection, that thou wouldest wash away all the stains of my sins. I recall to thy mind thy being unjustly bound with heavy chains, thy innumerable stripes and blows, and all the contumely and the blasphemy wherewith thou wast assailed, when all proclaimed thee a deceiver of the people; when thou wast falsely accused before Pilate, ignominiously mocked by Herod, and set aside for an impious robber; and when all the whole multitude clamorously demanded that thou shouldst be crucified. And all this thou didst endure with such love and such patience that although thou couldst by one look have appalled thine adversaries, and with one word convicted the false witnesses against thee, yet thou didst submit to be led as a sheep to the slaughter, and stand before thy judge with thy head bowed in humility, thine eyes fixed on the ground, not once opening thy mouth to speak one word of complaint at the lying accusations brought against thee. Wherefore I give thee thanks on behalf of