Hear thou yet once again. True though it be that once I loved thee not, now, next to God, I love thee before all. Wherefore henceforth for ever suffer me not to turn away contemptuous from thee and from that God who through thee hath granted me so many mercies. Lady most worthy of all love, let it not be that I thy child hate thee and curse thee for ever racked in endless torments. What! thy servant, thy child, damned to hell-fire who loves thee? Canst thou bear to see it? O Mary, say not so!—say not I ever can be lost! Yet lost am I assuredly if I abandon thee. But where is he who will have heart to leave thee? Who ever can forget the love which thou hast ever borne me? No: impossible it is for him to perish who hath recourse to thee; and who with loyal heart commits himself to thee. Only save me from myself, my Mother, or I am lost! Let me but cling to thee! Save me, my hope! save me from hell; and before hell itself, save me from sin, which alone gives hell its terrors.
The three Ave Maria as before.
PRAYER FOR THURSDAY.
Queen of Heaven, sitting enthroned above the nine choirs of angels nighest to God, from this vale of tears I, poor sinner, hail thee, praying thee in thy love to turn on me those gracious eyes of thine. See, Mary, see the dangers wherein I dwell, and shall ever dwell whilst I live upon this earth. I may yet lose my soul, paradise, and God. In thee. Lady, is my hope. I love thee; and I sigh after the time when I shall see thee and praise thee in heaven's courts. O Mary, when will come that blessed day that I
