And Thou, my dear Jesus, Who to obtain for me a happy death didst give Thyself to suffer such a bitter death, abandon me not in my last hour. From this time I embrace Thee, that I may die in Thy arms. I deserve hell, but I throw myself on Thy mercy, hoping in Thy Blood to die in Thy friendship, and to receive Thy blessing when I shall see Thee first as my judge. Into Thy hands, wounded for my love, I commend my soul. I hope in Thee, that Thou wilt not then condemn me to hell. In te, Domine, speravi, non confundar in aeternum. Ah, help me always, but especially at my death; grant me to die loving Thee, so that the last sigh of life may be an act of love, which shall transport me from this earth to love Thee forever in paradise.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, assist me in my agony! Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I give myself to you; do you receive my soul at that moment.
3. The Words of a Dying Man to Jesus Crucified.
O Jesus, my Redeemer, Who within a few moments wilt be my Judge, have mercy upon me before the moment comes when Thou wilt judge me. No, my sins do not terrify me, nor the rigors of Thy judgment, while I see Thee dead upon this cross to save me.
Yet, cease not to comfort me in the agony to which I am come: my enemies would terrify me by saying that there is no salvation for me: " Many say unto my soul, there is no salvation for him in his God." But I will never cease to trust in Thy goodness, and say, "Thou, O Lord, art my lifter up." Do Thou comfort me; do Thou make me feel that Thou art my salvation: " Say unto my soul, I am Thy salvation." Oh, let not all those pangs, those insults endured, that blood poured forth by Thee, be lost unto me. " Thou hast redeemed me, dying upon the cross; let not so great labor be in vain." Especially,
