Look down upon me, good and gentile Jesus,
while before Your face I humbly kneel and,
with burning soul, pray and beseech You to
fix deep in my heart lively sentiments of
faith, hope and charity; true contrition for
my sins, and a firm purpose of amendment.
While I comtemplate, with great love and tender
pity, Your five most precious wounds,
pondering over them within me and calling
to mind the words which David, Your
prophet, said to You, my Jesus:
They have pierced My hands and My feet,
they have numbered all My bones.
