Devotional Resources for the Maundy Thursday Watch
The custom of spending an hour with Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament arose from the desire of devout souls to give an affirmative answer to the sorrowful question of the Saviour in Gethsemane, “Could ye not watch with me one: hour?” The devotion is usually observed on Thursday evenings or Fridays, because it was at this time of the week that our Lord suffered his agony in the Garden and it has become especially identified with the first Friday of the month. No special form of prayer has ever been prescribed for this exercise; and the time is spent in quiet colloquy with Jesus, the saying of litanies, hymns, and other acts of devotion. (From the Saint Augustine’s Prayerbook)
To “watch” in the Scriptures means to keep awake. Your time at the watch can involve anything that keeps you mindful and conscience of the presence of Christ. You can pray silently or aloud, read Scripture, or meditate on the devotional resourses below.
One might pray for
The Church throughout the world.
The world and the peoples of the world.
The nation, its officials, people and institutions.
The Diocese of Dallas: George and Michael, our bishop, all clergy and people.
St. John’s clergy and people.
Those who are physically ill.
Those who are emotionally ill.
Those who have departed.
Suggested Psalms from the Prayer Book: 22, 46, 69, 121, 124, 125, 130.
Suggested hymns from the Hymnal: 65 through 82.
Below are three devotions from the Saint Augustine’s Prayerbook:
- Holy Hour, Form 1, reflects on the experience of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane.
- Holy Hour, Form 2, is a devotion to the presence of Christ in the Holy Sacrament.
- A Devotion on the Passion
I. HOLY HOUR, Form I (from the Saint Augustine’s Prayer Book, pages 328-346)
Scripture: The Agony of Jesus in the Garden Mark 14:32-42
They went to a place which was called Gethsemane; and Jesus said to his disciples, “Sit here, while I pray.” And he took with him Peter and James and John, and began to be greatly distressed and troubled.And he said to them, “My soul is very sorrowful, even to death; remain here, and watch.” And going a little farther, he fell on the ground and prayed that, if it were possible, the hour might pass from him. And he said, “Abba, Father, all things are possible to thee; remove this cup from me; yet not what I will, but what thou wilt.” And he came and found them sleeping, and he said to Peter, “Simon, are you asleep? Could you not watch one hour? Watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation; the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.”And again he went away and prayed, saying the same words. And again he came and found them sleeping, for their eyes were very heavy; and they did not know what to answer him. And he came the third time, and said to them, “Are you still sleeping and taking your rest? It is enough; the hour has come; the Son of man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. Rise, let us be going; see, my betrayer is at hand.”
1. God’s Presence with Me and before Me
“They went to a place which was called Gethsemane.”
God is everywhere.
There is no spot in heaven or in earth where he is not present.
From the first moment of my existence to the present moment,
I have been in God’s presence. Everywhere. At all times.
Often I forget this truth.
Often I go on in the actions of life without a thought of God.
But here today I will remember that I am in the presence of God.
God is before me here on the altar in a very definite and special way. God is here under a visible form.
It is very hard for me to realize God’s presence because I cannot see him.
And God longs to have me know his presence, because he loves me.
Once, long ago, God became Man and men could see God with their eyes:
A Baby lying in the manger;
A Lad standing in the Temple;
A Man in the Garden of Gethsemane.
When men saw Jesus, they saw God in the form of Man.
But Jesus has ascended into heaven and I cannot see him as could men of old. Today, however, he comes to the altar in another form–the form of bread. Beneath this common element of bread is hidden all the splendours of the glorified Manhood of Jesus as well as all the glories of his Godhead.
Jesus, all he is today, glorified and enthroned in heaven, is before me here on the altar. He reigns here before me–“My Lord and my God.” I cannot understand how this can be. No one can understand this mighty mystery. But I believe: “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!”
Dear Jesus, I believe that you are my God who made me;
who has given me everything;
who loves me as no one else will ever love me;
who alone can understand completely the secrets of my heart.
I Believe that you are here
because you love me and could not leave me alone on earth;
because you know my miseries,
and wish me to be able always to find here the Heart of a true Friend,
a Heart that will answer the longings of my own heart.
I Believe that you are here
to help me attain the happiness of heaven;
to find in your presence the solace of which I stand in need;
to purify me in your Precious Blood;
to nourish me with your life in Holy Communion.
Therefore, my Jesus, I adore thee!
2. My Sins
“Watch and pray that ye enter not into temptation.”
I look at Jesus prostrate in agony in the moonlit Garden. Why this intensity of suffering? Because he is feeling the weight of human sin. In the Upper Room a few moments ago, he made himself the Victim of sin and offered his life to pay the price of man’s sin, saying, “This is my blood . . . which is shed . . . for the remission of sins.” Now, in the Garden, he who is absolutely sinless, feels the weight of the sins he has taken upon himself. Sin closes in upon him, every sin ever committed by every man, woman and child; every sin which shall ever be committed to the end of time. All sin is assumed by Jesus, the All-holy. I try to think what that means: Every sin … Ever committed … By anyone … From the beginning of the world until its end … All descending upon this one Person who must bear every single sin, great or small. And as I hear him cry out in horror, I realize that my own sins are part of this fearful burden. Jesus is feeling the weight of the sins that I myself have committed. I have a part in the sin which causes this dreadful agony of Jesus in the Garden!
Jesus knows my sins all too well. Do I know them? All of them? As I watch Jesus here, I begin to realize dimly how dreadful my sins are. I, too, begin to feel something of their weight. So I stop here awhile and look into my heart to discover my sins in order that I may express my sorrow, in order that I may confess them, one by one, to Jesus.
O Blessed Jesus who hast given to me the picture of the true human life,
and who dost reveal to me the ugliness of human sin:
give me the grace to see my sins,
which so burden thee in Gethsemane, that I may confess them
with that sorrow which I must have if thy Cross and Passion are to save me
from the hell which I deserve. Amen.
Here, spend some time in self-examination.
And This, Dear Jesus, Is What I Really Am:
So weak, so disfigured, so soiled, so unclean! What a plight to be in!
Yet, 0 My Saviour, it is just because I see my misery,
just because I see how much I have hurt you,
just because I see how loathsome these sins are to you that I am urged onward by the necessity of remaining in your presence.
For you are my very life, without you, I am surely lost.
Certainly, I have proved myself an ungrateful friend.
How many times you have filled me with joy in Holy Communion–and I? I have gone away from you and satisfied my desires and whims with poisonous fruit.
How many times have you enfolded me in the arms of love–and I?
I gave you the kiss of Judas.
Still, despite my sins, I feel the need of being with you.
For, without you, life is nothing but a heavy burden.
What would life be if I were forced to wander forever among the lost?
What happiness could I expect from Satan?
what rest? what comfort? what peace?
I cannot face either life or death apart from you.
It was your lips which spoke the words, “Son, be of good cheer, thy sins be forgiven thee.”
It was you who said to the penitent Magdalene, “Thy faith hath saved thee, Go in peace.”
So I trust in your love and mercy.
Even. though I had committed these sins, you drew me here to yourself.
You offered me a place here as a worshipper. So I am here.
I cannot offer you anything to make up for my sins; I have nothing of my own with which to pay for my violations of your love;
But I confess my unworthiness, acknowledge my faithlessnesses with real sorrow,
Throwing myself upon your .love and mercy.
Jesus, My Jesus
I am sorry.
I beg your pardon.
I reach out suppliant beggar’s hands.
Jesus, My Jesus
Wash me in your Precious Blood, Smile upon me again,
That I may be able to go on in life and face death with confidence.
“Thy will be done.” .
I look again at Jesus prostrated in agony in the moonlight. I have realized that the hideousness of sin is the reason for this suffering. I have tried to face my own part in his agony and to be sorry for my own sins. Now I can go a step further. Jesus suffers because he is feeling the results of sin. Sin always means suffering. As I stay here with Jesus, I can see that the agonies of the world today are the direct results of man’s violation of God’s holy will. Sin upsets God’s plan for man’s peace and happiness and brings strife and pain to the innocent as well as to the guilty. So I will turn my energies to the work of praying for others. I will think of each subject and lift it up to God, asking him to accept Jesus’ suffering for sin and to accomplish his will in that situation or concerning that person. Then I know all will be well. So I pray for:
The World and the Peoples of the World. My Country, its officials, people and institutions.
Christianity throughout the world–Catholic and Protestant.
My own part of the Catholic Church. My own parish.
Those near and dear to me.
My enemies and those whom I naturally dislike.
Now I gather up all of my intercessions into the following:
Act of Consecration to the Sacred Heart of Jesus
Most sweet Jesus, Redeemer of the human race, look down upon me humbly prostrate before thine altar. I am thine, and thine I wish to be; but to be more surely united to thee, behold, I hereby freely consecrate myself today to thy Most Sacred Heart.
Many indeed have never known thee; many, too, despising thy laws, have rejected thee. Have mercy on them all, most merciful Jesus, and draw them to thy Sacred Heart.
Be thou King, 0 Lord, not only of the faithful who have never forsaken thee, but also of the prodigal children who have abandoned thee. Grant that they may quickly return to their Father’s house lest they die of wretchedness and hunger.
Be thou King of those who are deceived by erroneous opinions or whom discord keeps away from thy Church and call them back to the harbour of truth and unity of faith, so that soon there may be but one flock and one Shepherd.
Be thou King of all those who, throughout the world, are still worshippers of any sort of idols and refuse not to draw them all into the light and kingdom of God.
Grant, 0 Lord, to thy Church assurance of freedom and immunity from harm; give peace and order to all nations, and make the whole earth resound from pole to pole with one glad cry: Praise to the Sacred Heart that wrought our salvation, to that Heart be glory and honour, forever and ever. Amen.
4. For Myself
“He took Peter and the two sons of Zebedee.”
Jesus graciously invites men to be with him in his Agony in order that he may bless them. He has invited me to be with him. What blessings would I seek from him for myself?
First I ask him for my spiritual needs: For light and grace to live faithfully in accordance with the will of my heavenly Father;
to develop in his love and in his service;
to grow more and more like him;
to meet the temptations and difficulties of life;
to persevere in the Christian life to the end;
And for the grace to die a good and happy death.
Then I ask him for any earthly gifts which I may desire. Here I must be willing to go without any of these things if God does not want me to have it, because I trust the wisdom and the love of my heavenly Father. All through my petitions for myself and for others must run that thread of submission to the Father’s will expressed by Jesus in the Garden in the words, “Nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt.”
Yet, as a child brings his requests to an earthly Father, so I now bring my requests to Jesus
5. Closing Devotions
“Arise, let us be going.”
My watch with Jesus draws to a close. I have spent this time with him in the work of adoration, penitence, intercession and petition. Now I must go back into my daily life again. The world into which I go will be the same as when I came here an hour ago. I shall have the same problems to face, the same circumstances in which to live. But I, who live in these circumstances and face these problems, am not the same. For I have been here with Jesus. I have opened my heart to him. I have placed my problems at his feet in the Garden. I am taking out into the world a new strength, a new power. Jesus goes out into the world with me, in my heart.
And before I go, I stop a moment and consider. In what particular thing is my life going to be different because I have been here in the Garden with Jesus? Just where am I going to act differently in regard to my particular circumstances in the world? I will make one special, very definite, resolution about my life before I go.
Now I once more bow in adoration.
Dear Saviour, I have now only a few moments of my watch left.
Here before you in your sacred presence in the Blessed Sacrament,
I humble myself,
I bow low in adoration.
O Jesus, you are God.
And I? What am I?
Without you I am nothing;
yes, less than nothing
because I have so often hurt you by my sins.
Yet with you I am greater than an angel, for the Blessed Sacrament was not instituted for angels; they can neither eat your Flesh nor drink your Blood.
Wherefore, dear Saviour, miserable as I am, I bow low before you,
Profoundly I adore you,
All my greatness comes from you, and I prostrate myself before you.
My Jesus, I am but a handful of dust, yet you have made me a mighty thing.
You have made me able to worship at your throne both here and in eternity.
To adore you is the mightiest act a creature can perform and I adore you.
I adore you who are holiness itself
You are the Source of all holiness,
Without you there is nothing in life but emptiness, pain, fear, hopeless weariness.
I adore you because you are the mighty Lord of all things,
The Sovereign Master of the universe;
All creatures in heaven and on earth are dependent upon you. I adore you because you dwell in inaccessible heights,
yet you come in so humble a form that I may look upon the veils of your presence here unafraid, with confidence, in intimate love.You are God. Eternal, Infinite.
Everywhere present. All–knowing. Almighty. All-wise. Holiness itself. Infinitely good. Most faithful. The perfection of bliss. Live Itself. Eternal love.
Yet despite all this, you have humbled yourself, to the littleness,
The frailty, the silence of the Sacred Host.
Is there a place or a position of lowliness in the whole universe that you have not already taken?
Though it is impossible for me to abase myself as much as you, yet I can at least wish to humble myself in imitation of you,
I can at least try to forget myself and be willing to bear my cross daily
And I beg you, dear Jesus, help me to do these things.
So, dear Saviour, I must go,
Leaving your sacred sacramental presence; but I pray you, enter into my heart,
So that, going, I leave you not behind, so that going back into the world, you may go with me.
And one final prayer I make, My Jesus:
When I must face my last agony and enter death,
When I must stand before your dreadful judgment seat,
When I must see you as you really are, all the glories of your Godhead and Manhood revealed in glistering light: I beg that you will remember then, O Jesus, that I knelt here today in adoration of you, hidden beneath this outward sign; that I watched with you in your human Agony;
that, although I could not see you with my outward eyes, still I did not deny your presence, but rather hailed you present here in the Sacred Host.
And, in that dread hour of my agony and death, dear Jesus,
Remembering all this, take me to yourself,
Forever and ever. Amen.
II. HOLY HOUR, Form II (from the Saint Augustine’s Prayer Book, pages 346-361)
O Adorable Saviour, present in the most Holy Sacrament of the altar, look down with tender compassion from thy throne in heaven upon me kneeling here to do thee honour and to spend one hour in thy holy company. I desire to watch with thee, and by the love of my poor heart, to make some slight reparation for all the coldness and indifference of those who neglect to serve thee. I offer thee, moreover, this hour of prayer and reparation for the triumph of the Church, for the conversion of souls and of all nations, and for every other intention for which thou didst pray, endure thine Agony and bloody sweat, and accept thy Cross and Passion.
O Angel of the Agony, who didst strengthen the Lord in the Garden, strengthen me, that I may fulfill God’s holy will on earth.
Come to my aid, ye saints of God, and thou, 0 Virgin Mother, help me to adore and worship Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament.
Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever. Amen.
Scripture: Jesus’ Last Supper St. Luke 22:19-21
And he took bread, and gave thanks, and brake it, and gave unto them, saying, “This is my body which is given for you; this do in remembrance of me. Likewise also the cup after supper, saying, This cup is the new testament in my blood, which is shed for you. But, behold, the hand of him that betrayeth me is with me on the table.”
“This is my Body. This ‘is my Blood.”
I kneel here in the Upper Room and hear Jesus say these words. It is the first time human ears have ever heard them. They are words of the eternal Son of God, spoken with human lips. The words of God are words of power. They bring to pass what they declare. At creation God said, Let there be light, and there was light. So now God says, This is my Body, and it is his body.
What Jesus did by meant of his physical body on that holy night, he does today by means of his mystical body, the Catholic Church. The priest at the altar is a specialized member of that body through which Christ operates on earth today. It is still Christ who speaks words of power. As these words are spoken at the altar, once more bread and wine become what Christ declares them to be, his Body and Blood. And where his Body and Blood are, there is Jesus himself, his ever-glorious Divinity and his risen, ascended Humanity. What a stupendous thing is the mystery of the altar wherein God himself dwells on earth in visible form!
If I were brought face to face with Jesus as he really is at this moment, the terrible brightness would consume me. If he were to come to this earth in all his glory, I would flee from him in terror, lest I be burned to nothingness from the seeing. SG he merci-fully throws a veil over this glistering brightness, a veil of bread. And I can gaze on that veil, knowing that the glory is there, though hidden from my eyes. This is the evidence of his love. He does not come as a stern Judge or a God outraged by my unfaithfulnesses. He comes as a Friend whose Heart longs for me and my companionship. His delights are to be with the sons of men. His joy is to have me come to him, to speak with him, to talk to him of my wants and troubles, my hopes and fears, my longings and desires, all that is in my heart. And as I kneel here at his feet, the Holy Ghost, who proceeds from him, meets my cold heart and increases my faith and love.
So, kneeling here in the presence of Jesus on the altar, I pour out my heart in adoration and worship to him who, by the word of power, dwells on earth under this lowly form.
O Most adorable Jesus, whom thy own infinite love induces to dwell among us, thy unworthy servants, in the adorable Sacrament of the altar, receive, I beseech thee, my profound adoration. I firmly believe that thou art really present in the Holy Sacrament, as powerful, as lovable, and as adorable as thou art in heaven. Thou hast mercifully hidden the splendour of thy majesty, lest it should deter us from approaching thy sanctuary. I believe thou dwellest on our altars not only to receive our adoration, but to listen to our petitions, to remedy our evils, to be the strength and nourishment of our souls, our powerful helper, our refuge, and our sacrifice. I hope in that boundless mercy which detains thee among us, poor weak sinners. I love that infinite goodness which induces thee to communicate thyself so liberally and so wonderfully to thy creatures. I thank thee for so convincing a proof of thy love, and ardently wish that.’ could worthily acknowledge all the blessings I have ever received from this fountain of mercy. 0 my Jesus, I adore thee.
Thee we adore, 0 hidden Saviour, thee, Who in thy Sacrament art pleased to be; Both flesh and spirit in thy presence fail, Yet here thy Presence we devoutly hail.
O blest Memorial of our dying Lord,
Who living Bread to men doth here afford! O may our souls for ever feed on thee, And thou, 0 Christ, forever precious be.
Fountain of goodness, Jesus, Lord and God, Cleanse us, unclean, with thy most cleansing Blood;
Increase our faith and love, that we may know
The hope and peace which from thy Presence flow.
0 Christ, whom now beneath a veil we see,
May what we thirst for soon our portion be,
To gaze on thee unveiled, and see thy face, The vision of thy glory and thy grace.
As I kneel here in the Upper Room on the first Maundy Thursday night, I am watching the first administration of Holy Communion in history. First has come the transformation of the bread and wine by the word of power from the human lips of God. Then comes the reception of these transformed things by the Apostles. And I realize that what is happening here is duplicated daily at thousands of altars throughout the world. For Jesus comes to earth under this lowly form not only to be with us, not only that we may come to him in all simplicity and intimacy to open our hearts to him as he opens his Sacred Heart to us. He comes also that he may enter our very heart of hearts and bring all his glorious, risen life and vitality into our lives by that mysterious process called Holy Communion.
I ponder what happens at the altar when Christ again speaks those words of power through the lips of his priest. The bread and wine are transformed into Christ as he is today-God the Son, the Second Person of the Eternal Trinity, who took unto himself human nature, who rose in victory over sin, pain, and death, who ascended into heaven where he reigns in triumphant glory. This is the Jesus who comes to the altar in such humble guise. In the Sacred Host resides all the vitality of the Victorious Christ. And this is what we receive into ourselves in Holy Communion.
Christianity is not a religion which merely ways upon me, a weak human being, the hopeless task of living an impossibly good life helped only by the example of a Man who lived a perfect human life two thousand years ago. Christianity is, rather, a relationship to God whereby he communicates to us his own strength and vitality which enable us to live life on a higher plane. We reproduce, in terms of our everyday life, the life of Jesus, enabled by his victory, poured into our hearts. In Holy Communion I receive on) Jesus nothing less than himself, all he is and all he has.
So I kneel here before the Blessed Sacrament, that which yesterday was bread, but is now, by the ward of power, transformed into Jesus himself. It is Jesus who has so humbly accommodated himself to my needs. And the gratitude which rises in my heart, flows from my lips in fervent thanksgiving.
My dear Jesus, I thank thee with all my heart for the wonderful gift of Holy Communion whereby thou dost come to me and nourish my soul with thyself. I thank thee for all the graces and blessings I have received through the merits of thy sacred Passion and through the institution of this most holy Sacrament of the altar. With the help of thy grace I will endeavour to manifest my gratitude to thee by greater devotion to thee in the Sacrament of thy love, by obedience to thy holy commandments, by fidelity to my duties, by kindness to my neighbour, and by an earnest endeavour to become more like to thee in my daily conduct. Dear Jesus, I thank thee.
Sweet Sacrament Divine!
Hid in thine earthly home, Lo round thy lowly shrine
With suppliant hearts we come. Jesus, to thee our voice we raise,”
In songs of love and heartfelt praise, Sweet Sacrament Divine!
Sweet Sacrament of Peace!
Dear home for every heart; here restless yearnings cease And sorrows all depart;
Here in thine ear all trustfully We tell our tale of misery,
Sweet Sacrament of Peace!
Sweet Sacrament of Rest!
Ark from the ocean’s roar, within thy shelter blest
Soon may we reach the shore:
Save us, for still the tempest raves, Save, lest we sink beneath the waves, Sweet Sacrament of Rest!
Sweet Sacrament Divine! Earth’s light and jubilee,
In thy far depths doth shine Thy Godhead’s Majesty;
Sweet light, so shine on us we pray, That earthly jays may fade away,
Sweet Sacrament Divine.
All is not pure joy on this occasion of the first Holy Communion in history. For among those gathered with Jesus is one who has betrayed him to his enemies, the traitor Judas. He is here with the rest, pretending deep devotion, acting as though he had never violated the love and trust of the Master. And what pathos there is in the way Jesus treats Judas! Although he knows what Judas has done, Jesus does not lift his voice in wrathful condemnation, nor does he withdraw himself from Judas. The depth of his love puts him in a position of being entirely at the disposal of his loved ones, and if Judas persists in violating that love, Jesus will suffer it.
This element of the events in the Upper Room is still part of the mystery of the altar today. Certainly the voices of those outside the Church are heard raised in wrathful denial of Jesus’ presence on the altar and this is an element in the insults suffered by God’s love. Certainly, too, others outside the Church have never really heard the revelation of this precious truth and the Sacred Heart yearns to let these souls know of his presence which so reveals the depths of his love. But far more grievous to the Heart of Jesus, is the betrayal of those who have been privileged to know something of the love of Jesus manifested in the Holy Sacrament. How often men betray him, sell him for the equivalent of thirty pieces of silver in a moment of pleasure, in giving in to some emotion, in the satisfaction of some unruly instinct! And then how often, without a word of penitence or sorrow, they appear at this feast, sometimes even going through the motions of making their Communions.
Yet, in spite of these things, in spite of the antagonism of enemies, the indifference to truth of the ignorant, the betrayal of friends, our meek and gentle Saviour does not with-draw his presence from our midst. His love is so deep that it puts him at man’s disposal. Betrayed, denied, insulted, ignored, yet he is on the altar, reigning, our King, our Lord, our God.
As I think upon these unpleasant facts, does not a desire rise in my heart to do something to make up for them? What can I do? I can give special care to my preparation before, and my thanksgiving after, Holy Communion. I can be especially constant in honouring Jesus on the altar by my thoughts and my words about this Sacrament. I can make a particular effort to be faithful in making visits to him in this sacrament, being with him sometimes in those long hours when he has no worshippers before the tabernacle. This is what is meant by the word “reparation,” making up just a bit by added devotion for the neglect and insults endured by Jesus. What a privilege it is to be able to be a special agent of reparation. whose duty it is not only to make our Sacramental Friend known and loved, but also to make up just a bit for the neglect and insults of others.
O my dear Jesus, loving Saviour, who by thy excessive love hast willed to abide with us in the Sacrament of the altar, I ac-knowledge thee as my Sovereign Lord and my God and therein I adore thee with deepest humility. I thank thee with all my heart for the infinite tenderness thou dost there show us in spite of the offences that we offer thee. Penetrated with sorrow at the sight of our ingratitude, I come, 0 God of Majesty, to offer reparation for all the sacrileges, profanations and impiety that have ever been committed against thee in this adorable Sacrament. Forget, 0 Lord, our iniquities and remember only thy mercies. Accept my sincere desire to see thee honoured in this Sacrament of thy love. I long with all my heart to honour, love, bless, praise, and adore thee as ]much as the saints and angels love, bless, and adore thee. I beseech thee to grant me the grace so to adore and worthily receive thee, that after my death I may, with all the blessed, glorify thee in heaven throughout eternity. Amen.
Jesus, in thy dear Sacrament, Thy Cross I cannot see, But the Crucified is offer’d there, And be was slain for me.
Jesus, in thy dear Sacrament, Thy Flesh I cannot see,
But that Flesh is given to be our food, and it was scourged for me.
Jesus, in thy dear Sacrament, thy Blood I cannot see,
But the Chalice glows with those red drops, on Calvary shed for me.
Jesus, in thy dear Sacrament, thy Face I cannot see,
But angels there behold the brow thorn-crown’d for love of me.
Jesus, my Maker and my God, thy Godhead none may see,
But thou art present, God and Man, in thy Sacrament with me.
4. Petition and Conclusion
I have knelt here with Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament as in the Upper Room, and offered my adoration, my gratitude and my reparation. Now, remembering the universal love of the Sacred Heart, I unite myself to Jesus and lift up my heart in prayer for others and for myself.
I beseech thee, 0 dear Lord Jesus, to have 1 compassion upon me; inflame my heart with ardent love and zeal for thine honour and glory; make me through thy grace always so to believe and understand, to feel and firmly hold, to speak and think of the exceeding mystery of this Blessed Sacrament, as shall be well pleasing to thee and profitable to my own soul; may thy Priests continually offer the Holy Sacrifice in the beauty of holiness, and thy people more and more with delight throng thine altars; and grant unto us all, that, worthily adoring and receiving thee upon earth, we may finally by thy mercy be admitted to the heavenly banquet, where thou, the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne, in unveiled majesty, art perfectly worshipped and glorified by countless angels and saints forever and ever. Amen.
O my Lord Jesus Christ, King of eternal LJ glory, restorer of all things in heaven and on earth, supreme and omnipotent, who with infinite wisdom dost reunite at thy feet things scattered and dispersed; enlighten the rulers of nations; instill thy spirit into all civil institutions, into every form of government, into laws and armies; grant that all the powers of the earth may recognize in thee the majesty of the eternal God, the source from which all authority is derived; illuminate the nations that they may understand that thou art the origin of rights and duties, that it is through thee that the rulers of the earth rule, and that it is to thee that rulers and people alike owe obedience. Who livest and reignest, world without end. Amen.
Good Jesu, Physician of souls and bodies, keel make all sickness a healing medicine to the soul; soothe by thy presence each ache and pain; hallow all suffering by thine all holy sufferings; and teach all sufferers to unite their sufferings with thine, to be hallowed by thine. Hear us, 0 Lord, and have mercy upon us. Amen.
O dearest Jesus, whose loving Heart was ever touched by the sorrows of others, have mercy upon the souls of the faithful departed, and grant them a place of refreshing, light and peace whence pain and sorrow and sighing are driven away; and in thy goodness and mercy pardon every sin committed by them in thought, word and deed; thou who art the Resurrection and the Life, and who livest and reignest, world without end. Amen.
O Jesu, Lord, remember when thou shalt come again
Upon the clouds of heaven, with all thy shining train;
When ev’ry eye shall see thee in Deity revealed,
Who now upon this altar in silence art conceal’d:
Remember then, 0 Saviour, I supplicate of thee,
That here I bow’d before thee upon my bended knee;
That here I own’d thy Presence, and did not thee deny;
And glorified thy greatness though hid from human eye.
Accept, Divine Redeemer, the homage of my praise;
Be thou the Light and Honour and Glory of my days:
Be thou my Consolation When death is drawing nigh;
Be thou my only Treasure Through all Eternity.
Blessed, praised, worshiped and adored be Jesus Christ on his throne of glory in heaven, and in the most Holy Sacrament of the Altar. Amen.
Unto the Most Holy and Undivided Trinity
Unto the crucified Humanity of Jesus Christ our Lord;
Unto the fruitful virginity of the most blessed and glorious Ever-Virgin Mary;
And unto the whole company of Saints:
Be never-ending praise, honour, power and glory, from every creature.
And unto us the remission of all sins.
Throughout all ages,
World without end.Amen.
III. A DEVOTION ON THE PASSION (from the Saint Augustine’s Prayer Book, pages 324-327)
BELOVED Jesus, by thine agony in the garden, thy prayer to thy Father, and thy bloody sweat,
Have mercy upon me.
Beloved Jesus, by the chains wherewith thou wert bound, by thy being led as a Lamb to the slaughter,
Have mercy upon me.
Beloved Jesus, by the smiting with which thou wast smitten before Annas, by thy accusation before Caiaphas, by thy sleepless night passed in insults,
Have mercy upon me.
Beloved Jesus, by thy sentence by the unjust council of thy Church, by the stripping of thy garments, and by thy cruel scourging,
Have mercy upon me.
Beloved Jesus, by thy purple robe of scorn, by thy thorny crown, by the blows and the spitting,
Have mercy upon me.
Beloved Jesus, by the choice of Barabbas instead of thee, by thy rejection by the people, by the torments thou didst suffer,
Have mercy upon me.
Beloved Jesus, by thine unjust sentence to death, by thy bearing the cross, by thy being led as a sheep to the slaughter,
Have mercy upon me.
Beloved Jesus, by thy nailing to the cross, and the piercing of thy feet and thine hands, by the shedding of thy Precious Blood,
Have mercy upon me.
Beloved Jesus, by thy setting between two thieves, by the blasphemies against thee, by the vinegar and the gall given thee in thy thirst, by thine hanging on the cross from the sixth to the ninth hour,
Have mercy upon me.
Beloved Jesus, by thy offering thyself for us to thy Father with a strong cry at the ninth hour, by thy bowing the head and giving up the ghost,
Have mercy upon me.
Beloved Jesus, by thy shameful death on the cross, by the piercing of thy sacred side in the presence of thy most holy Mother,
Have mercy upon me.
Beloved Jesus, by thy taking down from the cross, and by the tears of thy most sorrowful Mother,
Have mercy upon me.
Beloved Jesus, by the scars which covered thy lifeless body, by thy five wounds, by thine anointing in death, and by thy burial,
Have mercy upon me.
Christ for our sake, became obedient unto death, even the death of the Cross: wherefore God also hath highly exalted him and given him a Name which is above every name.
V. We adore thee, O Christ, and we bless thee.
R. Because by thy holy cross thou didst redeem the world.
Let us pray.
O Lord Jesus Christ, who didst come down from heaven to earth from the bosom of thine eternal Father, and didst shed thy Precious Blood for the remission of the sins of all men: grant, I humbly beseech thee, that on the day of the last judgment, I may deserve to be placed at thy right hand and hear the words, Come, ye blessed. Who livest and reignest, world without end. Amen.
Thirty years among us dwelling,
His appointed time fulfilled,
Born for this he meets his Passion,
For that this he freely willed:
On the Cross the Lamb is lifted,
where his life-blood shall be spilled.
He endured the nails, the spitting,
Vinegar, and spear, and reed:
From that holy body broken
Blood and water forth proceed:
arth and stars and sky and ocean
By that flood from stain are freed.
Faithful Cross, above all other
One and only noble Tree;
None in foliage, none in blossom,
none in fruit thy peer may be:
Sweetest wood and sweetest iron!
Sweetest weight is hung on thee.
Bend thy boughs, O Tree of glory,
Thy relaxing sinews bend:
For awhile the ancient rigour
that thy birth bestowed, suspend:
And the King of heavenly beaut
on thy bosom gently tend.
Thou alone wast counted worthy
This world’s ransom to sustain;
That a shipwrecked race forever
Might a port of refuge gain:
With the sacred blood anointed
Of the Lamb for sinners slain.