General Prayers

Jesus Christ, my God, I adore Thee and I thank Thee for the many favours Thou hast bestowed on me this day. I offer Thee my sleep and all the moments of this night, and I pray Thee to preserve me from sin. Therefore, I place myself in Thy most sacred side, and under the […]

O Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us who have recourse to thee. Holy Mary, pray for us! Immaculate Heart of Mary, pray for us now and at the hour of our death. Sweet Heart of Mary, be my salvation! Our Lady, Queen of Peace, pray for us!

Knowest thou, sweet Mary, Whereto I aspire? It is my hope to love thee, This is my desire. I would ever be near thee, Queen most fair and sweet! Do not, do not drive me From my Mother’s feet. Then, O Rose most lovely! Let me hear from thee. Loving Mother! tell me What thou

We pray to You, O Lord, who are the surpeme Truth, and all truth is from you. We beseech You, O Lord, who are the highest Wisdom, and all the wise depend on You for their wisdom. You are the supreme Joy, and all who are happy owe it to You. You are the Light

My God! I recommend to Thee the souls of my relations, my benefactors, my friends and my enemies, and of those who are in Purgatory on my account. I recommend to Thee the souls of evangelical labourers, of Religious and priests, and especially of those who had charge of my soul. I recommend to Thee

O God of love, Father of Our Lord Jesus Christ, on this altar behold the unbloody sacrifice of the body and blood of Thy Son, representing that of His most holy death and grievous passion, which He, the great High Priest, offered Thee on Calvary. In consideration of this holocaust of sweet odour, have mercy

Glorious Saint Alphonsus, loving Father of the poor and sick, all your life you devoted yourself with a charity really heroic to lightening their spiritual and bodily miseries. Full of confidence in your tender pity for the sick, since you yourself have patiently borne the cross of illness, I come to you for help in

I compassionate thee, O most sorrowful Mother! Thy heart was pierced with a sword of grief when Simeon foretold to thee in the Temple the ignominious death and the desolation of thy Divine and most dear Son, which thou west destined one day to witness. By the great anguish of thy suffering heart, O gracious

God of Truth you endowed our brother Albert with the gift of combining human wisdom with divine faith. May the pursuit of all human knowledge lead to a greater knowledge and love of you. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, you Son, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, God,