41 O Lord, the hope of Israel, all they that forsake thee shall be ashamed; and they that depart from thee shall be written in the earth, because they have forsaken the Lord, the fountain of living waters. Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved; for thou art my health. and my great deliverer. I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave; I have deprived myself of the residue of my years. I said, I shall not see the Lord, even the Lord in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world. O Lord, by thee doth man live, and from thee is the life of my spirit: therefore wilt thou recover me, and make me to live. Thou hast, in love to my soul, delivered it from the pit of corruption; for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back. 42 For thy name's sake hast thou put off thine anger; for thy praise hast thou refrained from me, that I should not be cut off. For the grave cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee; they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth. The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day; the father to the children shall make known thy truth. O Lord, thou hast been merciful; thou hast brought back my life from corruption; thou hast redeemed me from my sin. They that follow after lying vanities forsake their own mercy. Therefore shall thy songs be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life. I will go unto the altar of my God, unto God the joy of my youth; and in thy fear will I worship towards thy holy temple. I will sacrifice unto thee with the voice of thanksgiving; I will pay that which I have vowed: salvation is of the Lord. TO MY MOST MERCIFUL, MY MOST LOVING, AND DEARLY LOVED REDEEMER, THE EVER-BLESSED, THE ONELY HOLY AND JUST ONE, JESUS CHRIST, THE SON OF THE LIVING GOD, AND THE SACRED VIRGIN MARY. My God! thou that didst dye for me, II. Dear Lord, 'tis finished! and now he From thee it shined, though here it burns: For, dearest Jesus, 'tis all thine. Thy cloaths, when thou with cloaths wert clad, And now, as then within this place, My dear Redeemer, the world's light, While thy blood wash'd me white as heaven: I nothing have to give to thee, But this thy own gift, given to me. Can tell thee where a heart is broken. Rev: i. 5-7. Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood, And hath made us kings and priests unto God and his Father; to him be glory and dominion for ever and ever. Amen. Behold, he cometh with clouds, and every eye shall see him, and they also which pierced him; and all kindreds of the earth shall wail because of him: even so. Amen. |