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When my friends, assembled round me, shall compassionate my sufferings, and weep for my approaching dissolution,

When all my senses shall fail, and this world for ever vanish from my view,

When the symptoms of death shall appear, and the last tears shall trickle down my cheeks, When tortured by the pangs of death, and oppressed with lengthened agony,

When the last heavy sighs of my heart shall press my soul to leave my body,

When my soul, fluttering at my lips, shall be on the point of beholding her Almighty Judge,

When my soul shall at length depart from this valley of tears, and leave my body pale, cold, and hideous,

When I shall stand all alone before my Judge, and behold at one glance all the sins of my life, and all thy claims, O my God, on my love,

When thou shalt pronounce that awful sentence, which no human power can revoke, and no human art elude,

V. Through thy painful agony and precious death,

R. Deliver us, O Jesus!

LET US PRAY.

O GOD, who hast condemned our bodies to death, but has given us immortal souls to enjoy thee eternally, and hast concealed from us the day and hour of our death, that we may always expect and prepare for our last hour, grant that a holy and penitential life may ensure for us the happiness of a tranquil death. O Divine Jesus! whose precious death should lighten our sorrows, I fervently conjure thee, by the bitterness thou didst endure on the