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Look down upon me, good and gentle Jesus,
while before Your face I humbly kneel,
and with burning soul pray and beseech You
to fix deep in my heart lively sentiments
of faith, hope, and charity; true contrition for my sins;
and a firm purpose of amendment.
While I contemplate with great love and tender pity
Your five most precious wounds, pondering over them within me,
and calling to mind the words which
David the prophet said to You, my Jesus:
“They have pierced My hands and My feet; they have numbered all My bones.”