The Words of a Dying Man to Jesus Crucified.
By St. Alphonsus.
O Jesus, my Redeemer, Who within a few moments wilt be my Judge, have mercy upon me before the moment comes when Thou wilt judge me. No, my sins do not terrify me, nor the rigors of Thy judgment, while I see Thee dead upon this cross to save me.
Yet, cease not to comfort me in the agony to which I am come: my enemies would terrify me by saying that there is no salvation for me; "Many say unto my soul, there is no salvation for him in his God." But I will never cease to trust in Thy goodness, and say, " Thou, oh, Lord, art my lifter up." Do Thou comfort me; do Thou make me feel that Thou art my salvation; " Say unto my soul, I am Thy salvation." O, let not all those pangs, those insults endured, that blood poured forth by Thee, be lost unto me. " Thou hast redeemed me, dying upon the cross; let not so great labor be in vain." Especially, I pray Thee, through that bitterness Thou didst feel when Thy blessed soul was separated from Thy most holy body,
