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From thy anger, which now too late they grieve to have provoked by their negligence and ingratitude,
From the bonds of sin, wherein they remain entangled by the disorder of their affections,
From the pains of purgatory, justly inflicted on them as the proper effects of their sins,
From that dreadful prison, whence there is no release till they have paid the last farthing,
From all their torments, incomparably greater than the sharpest pains of this life,
By the multitude of thy mercies, who hast always shown compassion on the frailties of human nature,
Deliver them, O Lord
By the infinite merits of thy death upon the cross, where thou reconciledst the world to thy Father,
By thy victorious descent into hell, to break asunder the chains of death, and free such as were imprisoned,
By thy glorious resurrection from the grave, when thou openedst the kingdom of heaven to believers,
By thy triumphant ascension into heaven, when thou didst lead captivity captive, and promisest to prepare a place for thy servants,
By thy dreadful coming to judge the world, when the works of every one shall be tried by fire,
We sinners, Beseech thee, hear us.
That it would please thee to hasten the day of visiting thy faithful, detained in the receptacles of sorrow, and transport them to the city of eternal peace,