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Mighty Creator, deign to hear;

Vouchsafe to listen, Saviour dear;

Directing Spirit, he thou near,

Thou art my God, my all!

Pray for us, Mary, Mother sweet,

Mother most kind, thy Son entreat,

Ever refresh our weary feet.

That seek His homeward call!

DECADE II.

Jesu, baptised, the Father’s voice

Declared thee his peculiar choice,

The Spirit too came down;

So wash me, Lord, that I may be

At the great day approved of thee,

Before the Father’s throne!

Our Father,

Jesu, thro’ might of lengthen’d fast,

How powerfully didst thou blast

The tempter’s arch deceit;

Lest sin’s deep fraud should me confound,

Grant that I may with faith abound,

The devil’s wiles to meet!

Hail Mary.

Jesus, who calledst from the sea

Poor fishermen, design’d by thee

To teach the world thy way;

Grant, Lord, that at thy in* ward call

We too may come, and guard from fall

The feet that would delay!

Hail Mary.

Jesus, who, when a marriage guest,

Didst, at thy Mother’s sweet request,

Change water into wine;

Make me to seek, by acts of love,

My neighbour’s good, and thus to prove

My zeal for thee and thine!

Hail Mary.

Jesus, how toil’d thy blessed Feet

O’er hill and dale and stony street,

In weary want and pain!

Oh, may I rather cold and heat

Prefer, with hunger, thirst, and sweat,

To joys thou didst disdain!

Hail Mary.

Jesus, in all the zeal of love.

How graciously didst thou reprove

Poor wretches lost in sin!

Ah, may I first in penance live,

Rebuking self, then humbly strive

My brother’s soul to win!

Hail Mary.

Jesus, who didst the multitude

Twice nourish with miraculous food.

Of soul and body both;