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world and live to Thee; and in the hour of my departing from this world, receive my foul returning again to Thee as an exile and a pilgrim.

Amen.

Our Father.

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O BLESSED Jefu, very true

plenteous Vine, be mindful of Thy Paffion and abundant fhedding of Blood that Thou didst shed most plenteously, as if it had been crushed out of a ripe cluster of grapes, when they preffed Thy bleffed Body, as a ripe cluster, upon the press of the

Crofs,

Crofs, and gaveft us drink both Blood and Water out of Thy Body pierced with a knight's fpear, so that in Thy blessed Body was not left a drop of Blood nor of Water; then, at the laft, like a bundle of myrrh, Thou hangedft high on Thy Crofs, where Thy tender Flesh changed colour because there was no moisture left in Thee, and the Marrow of Thy Bones was dried up. For the fake of this bitter Paffion, sweet Jefu, wound my heart, that my foul may be fed sweetly with the water of penance and tears of love both night and day. And, good Jefu, wholly convert me, that

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my heart may be ever pleasant and acceptable to Thee, and that the end of my life may be fo commendable, that I may perpetually deferve to praise Thee with all Saints in bliss. Amen.

Our Father. I believe.

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IGHTEN mine eyes, that

I fleep not in death, left mine enemy say, I have prevailed against him.

Into Thy hands I commend my spirit, for Thou haft redeemed me, O Lord, Thou God of truth.

I fpake with my tongue, Lord, let me know mine end, and the number of my days, that I may be certified how long I have to live.

O Lord, Thou haft broken my bonds in funder; I will offer to Thee

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the facrifice of thanksgiving, and will call upon the Name of the Lord.

I had no place to flee unto, and no man cared for my foul.

I cried unto Thee, O Lord, and said, Thou art my Hope and my Portion in the land of the living.

Show fome token upon me for good, that they who hate me may see it and be ashamed, because Thou, Lord, haft holpen me, and comforted me.

Lord, lift Thou up the light of Thy countenance upon us: Thou hast put gladness in my heart.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son and to the Holy Ghoft.

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