Mother of Compassion

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The Virgin in Prayer, by Giovanni Battista Salvi da Sassoferrato, 1640-1650

Mother of Compassion 

O Holy Virgin, in the midst of all your glory,
we ask you not to forget the sorrows of this world.
Cast a look of pity upon all who
struggle against life’s difficulties,
and who cease not to feel all its bitterness.
Have pity on all who have been separated
from those they love.
Have pity on the lonely and friendless.
Pardon the weakness of our faith.
Have pity on those whom we love.
O Holy Mother, show a mother’s compassion
toward the sorrowful
and those who tremble under life’s afflictions.
Give them hope and peace.
Amen.

Grace be unto you, and peace…

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Stanza della Segnatura, by Raphael, 1509

Prayer to Obtain the Grace of All the World’s Masses

Eternal Father, we humbly offer Thee
our poor presence and that of the whole of humanity,
from the beginning to the end of the world,
at all the Masses that ever have or ever will be prayed.
We offer Thee all the pains, sufferings,
prayers, sacrifices, joys and relaxations of our lives,
in union with those of our dear Lord Jesus here on earth.
May the Most Precious Blood of Christ,
All His Blood and Wounds and Agony save us,
through the Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart of Mary.
Amen!

Grace be unto you, and peace, from God our Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ.
I thank my God always on your behalf, for the grace of God which is given you by Jesus Christ;
That in every thing ye are enriched by him, in all utterance, and in all knowledge;
Even as the testimony of Christ was confirmed in you:
So that ye come behind in no gift; waiting for the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ:
Who shall also confirm you unto the end, that ye may be blameless in the day of our Lord Jesus Christ.
God is faithful, by whom ye were called unto the fellowship of his Son Jesus Christ our Lord.  

1 Corinthians 1:3-9  

The Confessions of Saint Augustine

The Confessions of St. Augustine

Late have I loved Thee, O Lord; and behold,
Thou wast within and I without, and there I sought Thee.
Thou was with me when I was not with Thee.
Thou didst call, and cry, and burst my deafness.
Thou didst gleam, and glow, and dispell my blindness.
Thou didst touch me, and I burned for Thy peace.
For Thyself Thou hast made us,
And restless our hearts until in Thee they find their ease.
Late have I loved Thee, Thou Beauty ever old and ever new.