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Lord Jesus Christ our God, who wept over Lazarus and poured on him
tears of sadness and compassion, accept the tears of my bitterness.
Through your passion heal my passions, through your wounds bring
remedies to my wounds, through your blood purify my blood and mingle
with my body the perfume of your body which gives life.
May
the gall which your enemies gave you to drink sweeten my soul and
dispel the bitterness poured into it by the adversary.
May
your body, stretched on the wood of the cross, speed towards you
my mind, so dragged down by demons.
May
your head, which you laid on the cross, lift up again my head, buffeted
by enemies.
May
your most hold hands, nailed to the cross by infidels, raise me
from the gulf of perdition towards you, as your holy mouth promised
(John 12:32).
May
your face, which received blows and spitting from wretched men,
make my face to shine, deformed as it is by iniquities.
May
your soul, which you gave up to your Father on the cross, lead me
to you by your grace.
I
have no heart in the mourning to seek you with, I have neither repentance
nor compunction, which bring the children back to their inheritance.
Lord,
I have no tears.
My
mind is clouded with earthly cares, and cannot lift its gaze to
you in sadness.
My
heart has grown cold in a multitude of temptations, and cannot warm
itself with the tears of your love.
But
you, O Lord Jesus Christ, treasure of all riches, grant me perfect
repentance and a sorrowing heart, that I may seek you with all my
heart, for apart from you I will have no riches. Give me, therefore,
O Good One, your grace.
May
the Father from whose bosom you went forth outside of time, from
all eternity, renew in me the features of your image.
I
have abandoned you; do not abandon me. I have gone from your house;
please go out to seek me and bring me in your pasture. Number me
with the sheep of your chosen flock and feed me with them from the
store of your divine Mysteries.
St.
John Saba (Syrian monk of the 7th century)
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