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this one desire, that what is momentary and light of my tribulation may work for me an eternal weight of glory in heaven. Our Father. Hail Mary.

III.

Most gracious Jesus, in the most sweet wound of thy blessed Right Hand I lay up henceforth all my works, whatever they may be, that I do by the help of thy grace, and so dedicate and consecrate them to thy honour and glory, as to be wholly unwilling that their merit should be marred by vain-glory, but that their full and plentiful reward may remain laid up for me in heaven. Our Father. Hail Mary.

IV.

Most gracious Jesus, into the most sweet wound of thy Left Hand I plunge all my sins and failings, with this one earnest entreaty, that thou wouldst so destroy and extinguish them with thy rosy Blood, which thou hast poured out of it for our salvation, that they may not accuse me before thy tribunal, nor demand of thee, the just Judge, the sentence of condemnation against me. Our Father. Hail Mary.

v.

Most gracious Jesus, to the loving wound of thy transfixed Heart I resign my own heart, with all its desires and affections, that thou mayest so fill and influence it with thy divine love, that it may never again henceforth, even in the least degree, recede from thy commandments. Our Father. Hail Mary.

ANOTHER EXERCISE.

Referring to the Five Wounds.

I.

Most meek Jesus, by the saving wound of thy Right Foot, forgive me all that I have ever offended in against thee by bad thoughts, and by its infinite merit make up to me whatever I have lost by the neglect of good thoughts, that henceforth I may desire, seek, and find thee alone, whom my soul loves as its sovereign Good. Our Father. Hail Mary.

II.

Most sweet Jesus, by the blessed wound of thy Left Foot, forgive me, I beseech thee, whatever, by the abuse of both my exterior and interior senses, I have done amiss, contrary to thy divine pleasure, and so restrain them hereafter, by the bridle of thy fear, that, as though dead to the world and all creatures, I may feel nothing and desire nothing but only thee, my God, crucified for me. Our Father. Hail Mary.

III.

Most sweet Jesus, by the