Salutation of the Sacred Limbs of Jesus
From Preces Gertrudianae, compiled by Thomas Alder Pope, 1861 Tools
SALUTATION OF ALL THE SACRED LIMBS OF JESUS
Source
| Printed in | Preces Gertrudianae |
|---|---|
| Imprint | London, Burns and Lambert, 17 Portman Street, Portman Square, 1861 |
| Scan | the Internet Archive copy |
| Transcription | Transcribed from the scan of the 1861 edition. |
| Rights | Public domain in the United States. |
- Saints
- St. Gertrude the Great
- Prayers for
- a happy death, protection from temptation
Albrecht Dürer, The Agony in the Garden, 1508. Art Institute of Chicago.
In obedience to a divine inspiration, St. Gertrude was wont to salute each member of our Lord which had suffered in his Passion; whenever she did so, a divine splendour appeared to emanate from the sacred members thus saluted, and to irradiate her whole soul. In that splendour she was clothed with that innocence which our Lord acquired for us by the sufferings of that particular member. Wherefore let us not neglect this holy practice, if we would have some part in this blessing.
HAIL, tender Limbs of my Lord Jesus Christ, tormented in thy Passion with manifold pain for our salvation. Hail, thou adorable Head, crowned for us with thorns, and stricken with the reed. Hail, most worshipful Face, for us spit upon and smitten. Hail, most gentle Eyes of our Saviour, for us suffused with tears. Hail, sacred Mouth, filled for us with vinegar and gall. Hail, most noble Ears, pierced for us with reproach and contumely. Hail, thou kingly Neck, buffeted for us; and most holy Back, for us torn with the scourge. Hail, venerable Hands and Arms, stretched out for us upon the cross. Hail, divine Breast, disquieted for us, and mangled in the Passion. Hail, adorable Knees, bent in prayer for us, now crushed and out of joint. Hail, most worshipful Feet, pierced for us with the nails. Hail, glorious Side, riven for us with the soldier's lance. Hail, whole Body of my Jesus, hanged for us on the cross, torn and wounded, dead and buried. Hail, sacred Heart, dropping like the honeycomb, treasure-house of the most Blessed Trinity, broken for us on the cross. Hail, thrice-holy Soul of Jesus Christ, sorrowful for us even unto death. Hail, most precious Blood, flowing so lavishly from the wounds of Jesus. Hail, adorable Wounds of my Saviour, tokens of his love and price of our redemption, inflicted on Jesus in his Passion, and now radiant as stars in the highest heaven. Oh, write my name in these thy Wounds, good Jesus, and hide me therein from the face of the tempter. And by the many wounds and merits of all thy sacred Limbs, vouchsafe to my soul at its departure hence that innocence which thou hast acquired for thy Church by their several anguish and passion. Amen.
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