II.
My dove in the clefts of the rock! come and contemplate my heart through the aperture of my bleeding side. The Heart of Jesus calls us all to him. "Come you all to me.” (Matt. xi. 28.) I place no bounds to my promises; my Heart is an inexhaustible source of goodness, which can efface all crimes. "Come you all to me, and I shall relieve you; the crimes — the wounds — are yours; the remedy — the cure — is mine.”
Come you all to me; my Heart is vast enough for all; the sea of my mercy is boundless enough to receive all sinners who rush into it — to absorb, to drown their offences. "I have found a Physician,” you may say now, my soul, “ who knows my disease and its cure. I have found what my soul thirsted for; I shall never any more suffer want.”
ASPIRATION.
" Lord, give me of that water ” flowing from your Heart, " and I shall never thirst.”
III.
All the wounds of our Lord are so many gates of salvation open to the whole world; but that of his Heart is the largest.
All his wounds are fountains of grace, but that of his Heart is the clearest and most delicious.
All his wounds are so many purple streams, in which we can plunge all the powers of our soul, to enhance the price of our thoughts, words, and actions; but the wound of the Heart gives them a higher colour, a more lively tinge, a more precious lustre.
All his wounds are so many places of refuge, where the most criminal find shelter; but that of the Heart is the most secure. Redite praevaricatores ad cor.
