Give 'me my daily bread, O Lord,—
Thy Flesh,— Thyself, Incarnate Word,
That feeds our heav’nly growth!
Hail Mary.
Jesus, what truths by thee were taught,
What Borrows soothed, what wonders wrought,
Requited were with hate;
Vouchsafe that I may ever be Like-minded, blessed Lord, with thee,
And envy no man’s state!
Hail Mary.
Jesus, who on Mount Thabor’s height
Didst shew thyself inglorious light,
A Type of what shall be;
Oh, that my life so stainless were,
That I too on God’s hill might share
The prize of victory!
Hail Mary.
Jesus, at sight of Salem’s steep,
Thy tender Heart was moved to weep
For all her future woes;
Oh, that thy love might wake such grief
In me for sin, and bring relief, In pardon, from its throes!
Hail Mary.
Jesu, betray’d and cheaply sold
By Judas, for the love of gold,
His God, his friend, his guide;
May I of avarice beware,
And make thy love my chiefest care,
Preferr’d to all beside!
Hail Mary.
Mighty Creator, deign to hear,
Vouchsafe to listen, Saviour dear; Directing Spirit, be thou near,
Thou art my God, my all!
Pray for us, Mary, Mother sweet,
Mother most kind, thy Son entreat,
Ever refresh our weary feet.
That seek His homeward call!
DECADE III.
Jesus, our Lord and Master, thou
To wash thy servants’ feet didst bow,
Man’s haughtiness to lower.
Wash me, O Lord, from all my sin,
And if perchance pride lurks within,
Quell all its deadly power!
Our Father.
Jesus, who my true flesh didst take
Upon the Paschal night, and break
For our most precious food;
Oh, Living Bread, be thou my strength,
Through which the world and flesh at length
In me may be subdued!
Hail Mary.
Jesus, who pouredst forth in guide; prayer
