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BEhold in this mystery the love of Jesus, who exerci∣seth the power and rigours of it upon his own person: this love a∣baseth him even unto our sorrowes, and oppresseth him with paines and attristations so violently, as he enters into an agonie, even to
sweat blood in ahundance; he suf∣fers all this, to invest you with his vertue, and cleanse you with his Bloud. This love is what you ought to ask often of him, and with great humility.
CAn it possibly be, O my Iesus, that you should love me even to such a degree, as I consider you in this misterie, and I not love you? Can I be so in∣sensible as to see you lan∣guishing and suffering for my sinnes, and not abandon them? Alas my Saviour, can I in∣dure to see you bathed in your owne bloud, and cove∣red over with so painefull a
sweat, by the horrour which you conceive of my offences? Can I have the heart to behold you in the rigours which the Justice of your Father exerciseth on you for my sinnes; and that considering you in so pitifull a state, I should not conceive a horrour of my pravitie, and a detestation of my offences? No, no, Lord, I will hate my selfe to love you, I will detest all vice for your sake, and never more will I offend you: and for a marke of my desire, I give you my heart, I offer you my soule, I dedicate to you my life, and renounce all that is displeasing to you to the end I may no lon∣ger offend you, but live in all things conformable to your ho∣ly
will. This is the intention and desire of my soule, but it will be fruitlesse if you stretch not out your arme, and give me not your grace to accomplish them. This is what I begge of you, prostrated in your presence, humbly imploring your divine Mercy.