and yet I hear Thee weep and moan? Tell me who hath reduced Thee to such misery? "Who hath done this? Love hath done it," says St. Bernard; the love that Thou bearest to man hath done it.
O dearest Infant! tell me what Thou camest on earth to do? Tell me whom Thou art seeking? Ah, I understand Thee now; Thou art come in order to die for me, to deliver me from an unhappy eternity. Thou art come to seek me, a lost sheep, in order that I may no more fly from Thee, but love Thee. Ah, my Jesus, my treasure, my life, my love, my all; if I do not love Thee, whom, then, shall I love? Where can I find a father, a friend, a spouse more worthy of love than Thou, and who has loved me more than Thou hast done? I am sorry because I did not love Thee and serve Thee more fervently. Forgive me, O my beloved Redeemer; for I repent of having treated Thee with ingratitude. I am sorry for it with all my heart. Pardon me, and give me Thy grace, that I may never again separate myself from Thee, and that I may love Thee constantly during the years that remain to me in this life. My Love, I give myself entirely to Thee. Dispose of all that I am, and of all that I have according to Thy will. May Thy holy will be done in me and through me. O Mary, thou art my advocate; thou dost obtain by thy prayers whatever thou wilt from thy Son; beg of Him to forgive me my offences, and to grant me holy perseverance unto death. St. Joseph, do thou also pray for me, that I may become daily more pleasing to Jesus.
ADESTE FIDELES.
WITH hearts truly grateful,
Come, all ye faithful,
To Jesus, to Jesus in Bethlehem;
See Christ your Saviour,
Heaven's greatest favor.
Let's hasten to adore Him;
Let's hasten to adore Him;
Let's hasten to adore Him;
Our God and King.
God to God equal;
Light of Light eternal;
Carried in Virgin's ever spotless womb.
He all preceded,
Begotten not created.
