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Saint Ignatius Loyola: Saint Peter's Basilica, Rome



Prayer That I May Unite Myself With the Sufferings of Our Lord

At the foot of the Cross I ask of Thee, O my God, the grace which I should first of all seek to obtain in considering the Passion of our Lord. I ask an intense sorrow with Jesus Christ overwhelmed by sorrows; I ask for a broken heart in union with the Sacred Heart of Jesus Christ in Its agony. I beg of Thee tears to weep over the grief of Jesus Christ, a deep and sincere sympathy and compassion for the sufferings of Jesus Christ, and a lasting remembrance of all the profound sorrows and pains He endured for me.

I beg of Thee, O God, a lively contrition for my sins, and for the agony and sufferings they have caused our Lord, and a tender love for Jesus Christ suffering - for me.

Ah, it is for my sins, my Lord Jesus Christ, that Thou dost advance to meet these torments. I have looked upon Thy bruised and wounded body; I have listened to Thy words in Thy affliction and distress, so full of tenderness and love, so full of sorrow and of pain; I have followed Thee along all the paths of Jerusalem: from the room of the Last Supper to the Garden of Gethsemane, from the Garden of Gethsemane to the house of Caiphas the high priest, from the high priest to Pilate, from Pilate to Herod, from Herod back to the Roman Governor, from the Governor's Hall to Calvary; and there I have gazed on Thee nailed to the Cross!

Behold what Thou hast suffered, O my God! And Thou wouldst suffer it all again and still more for me were it necessary! So great is Thy love that it is, as it were, more insatiable and cruel to Thyself than even the hate of Thy executioners!

May my eyes pour forth tears at this sad sight! O my soul, let the waters of tribulation overwhelm thee; make every effort, strive with thyself, if necessary, to keep alone before thy sight thy crucified Savior, to be compassionate towards Him, to mourn, to sorrow, to lament and bewail with Jesus crucified.

Where, O where is Thy Divinity hidden, O my Jesus? Why does not it arise to scatter and annihilate all Thy enemies? Why does it permit Thy most holy humanity to suffer such indignities, such excruciating torments, torments beyond all bound and measure?

O God, I realize it! All these terrible sufferings are necessary for the effacing of my sins! Behold to what a state they have reduced Thee! Behold what Thy love has found needful to suffer for me. What does it now behoove me to suffer for Thee?

Consider, my soul, what gifts thou wilt offer at the foot of the Cross: what wilt thou do and suffer for Thy God?

How can I refuse aught to Thee, my Lord and my Creator, who hast done and suffered so much for my sake; Thou hast given all Thou hast to me; Thou hast given Thy labor, Thy toil, Thy thoughts, thy love, thy life, the very last drop of Thy heart's blood for me. Ah! Let me give Thee all I have: all my affections, all my love, all my desires, my whole heart, my work, my efforts, my sorrows, my joys, my life, my whole self.