our death, the sweetness of divine love, that all bitterness at that time may become acceptable and pleasant to us.
Ave Maria.
A Daily Prayer in Time of Sickness.
O MY God, I consider this sickness with which thou art pleased to visit me, as a favour from thy fatherly hand. I accept of all its circumstances and consequences in satisfaction for my sins. Thou hast given me health and strength, O Lord, and taken them away; may thy holy name be blessed for ever. I bow down my whole soul to adore thee in all thy appointments. I resign myself entirely into the hands of thy providence, and acknowledge that thou dost treat me with too much indulgence. I know I deserve greater evils than those I now endure, and that my sins have merited pains infinitely greater than those of hell, where I would long since have been, had not thy mercy interposed between my soul and thy justice. Alas! how many are now suffering therein for crimes considerably less than mine. My pains are nothing in comparison to theirs. I have no reason to complain. May thy holy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. I offer myself with entire submission to suffer whatever thou pleasest — as long as thou pleasest — and in what manner thou pleasest. May this sickness be to the honour of thy holy name, and the good of my soul. O Lord, have pity on my weakness, and deal not with me according to my sins, but have compassion on me according to the multitude of thy tender mercies. Confirm my soul
