General Prayers

O Lord Jesus Christ, Who didst grant to blessed Bernardine, Thy Confessor, a surpassing love for Thy holy Name; we beseech Thee by his merits and intercession, graciously pour into our hearts the spirit of Thy love. Who livest and reignest, with God the Father in the unity of the Holy Ghost, world without end. […]

Have mercy on me, O Lady, for my enemies have trodden upon me every day: all their thoughts are turned to evil against me. Stir up fury, and be mindful of war: and pour out your anger upon them. Renew wonders and change marvelous things: let us feel the help of your arm. Distill upon

Jesus, the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills the breast! Yet sweeter far Thy face to see And in Thy presence rest. No voice can sing, no heart can frame, Nor can the memory find, A sweeter sound than Jesus’ name, The Savior of mankind. O hope of every contrite heart! 0 joy of

Let those who seek for miracles invoke the glorious St. Anthony. At his word all evils disappear: death and error, demons and leprosy; the sick rise up restored to perfect health. His word and presence calm the troubled seas and break the captive’s chain, lost things are found, and old and young never appeal to

Pierce, O most sweet Lord Jesus, my inmost soul with the most joyous and healthful wound of Thy love, and with true, calm and most holy apostolic charity, that my soul may ever languish and melt with entire love and longing for Thee, may yearn for Thee and for thy courts, may long to be

Run, hasten, O Lady, and in your mercy help your sinful servant, who calls upon you, and deliver him from the hands of the enemy. Who will not sigh to you? We sigh with love and grief, for we are oppressed on every side. How can we do otherwise than sigh to you, O solace

O Blessed Virgin, grant that we may come to Thy Son through Thee, who hast found grace, engendered life, and art the Mother of salvation. Grant that He may receive us through Thee, He to whom we were given through Thee. May Thy wholesomeness excuse our corruption before Him; may Thy humility, so agreeable to

O Sacred Head surrounded By crown of piercing thorn! O bleeding Head, so wounded, Reviled and put to scorn! Death’s pallid hue comes o’er Thee, The glow of life decays, Yet angel hosts adore Thee And tremble as they gaze. I see Thy strength and vigor All fading in the strife, And death, with cruel

Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that any one who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, and sought thy intercession, was left unaided. Inspired with this confidence, I fly unto thee, O Virgin of virgins, my Mother, to thee I come, before thee I stand sinful and sorrowful. O