A Prayer for the New Year
by VP
Posted on Thursday December 31, 2020 at 11:00PM in Poetry
The Lord Preserve thy going out;
The Lord preserve thy coming in;
His angels guard thee round about
To keep thy soul from every sin;
And when thy going out is done;
And when thy coming in is o'er;
When in the dear and hallowed place
Thy feet can come and go no more,
The Lord preserve thy going out
From this fair world, from friends,and kin,
While angels standing round about Sing,
God preserve thy coming in.
Source: Young People, 1916
Illustrious Patriarch
by VP
Posted on Tuesday December 29, 2020 at 11:00PM in Prayers
Illustrious Patriarch
O illustrious Patriarch St. Joseph, who
carried the Infant Jesus in thy blessed arms and who, during the space
of thirty years, lived in the most intimate familiarity with Him, take
under thy powerful protection those whom He has clothed with His
authority and honored with the dignity of His priesthood, whom He has
charged to continue His mission, to preach His Gospel, and to dispense
everywhere His graces and blessings.
Sustain them in their
fatigues and labors; console them in their pains; fortify them in their
combats; but above all, keep far from them all the evils of sin.
Obtain
for them the humility of St. John the Baptist, the faith of St. Peter,
the zeal and charity of St. Paul, the purity of St. John and the spirit
of prayer and recollection of which thou, my dear Saint, art the
model, so that, after having been on earth, the faithful dispensers of
the Mysteries of thy foster Son, Our Lord Jesus Christ, they may in
Heaven receive the recompense promised to pastors according to the Heart
of God. Amen.
Devout Adress to the Holy Face
by VP
Posted on Monday December 14, 2020 at 11:00PM in Poetry
O Face Divine!
O Face most sorrowful yet so benign!
So beauteous still in grief, towards me incline!
O Sacred Eyes!
On which the weight of dreaded anguish lies,
That look must break the heart which Christ denies.
O Lips so meek!
Unless their all absolving word I seek,
Those lips one day eternal doom will speak.
O Sacred Face!
Which mortal hand has dared with prayer to trace,
Thee on my heart with throbs of awe I place.
O Face Divine!
Give me of love returned some blissful sign;
O Face Divine, in grief towards me incline.
Source: Sister Saint-Pierre and the Work of Reparation, Rev. P. Janvier
