Sunday Prayer

By St. Alphonsus Liguori


Ah, Lord,

how many nights have I slept in enmity with Thee?

O God!

in what a miserable state was my soul during that time!
it was hated by Thee,

and wished to be hated by Thee.

I was condemned to hell;

there was nothing wanting

but the execution of the sentence.

But Thou, my God,

hast never ceased to seek after me,

and invite me to pardon.

But who can assure me

that Thou hast pardoned me?

Must I, O my Jesus!

live in this uncertainty

till Thou dost judge me?

But the sorrow which I feel

for having offended Thee,

my desire to love Thee,

and still more,

Thy Passion,

O my beloved Redeemer!

make me hope that Thy grace dwells in my soul.

I am sorry for having offended Thee,

O Sovereign Good!

and I love Thee above all things.

I resolve to forfeit everything

rather than lost Thy grace and Thy love.

Thou dost wish that the heart

which seeks Thee should be full of joy.

"Let the heart of them rejoice that seek the Lord."

Lord, I detest all the injuries

I have offered to Thee.

Give me courage and confidence;

do not upbraid me with my ingratitude;

for I myself know and detest it.

Thou hast said that Thou willest not

the death of a sinner,

but that he be converted and live.

Yes, my God,

I leave all things and turn to Thee.

Give me Thy love;

I ask nothing else.

O Mary! thou, after Jesus, art my hope;

obtain for me holy perseverance.


What else is there to say but goodnight and goodnight to you Mrs. Amore, wherever you may be.