Prayer Before Each Visit to the Most Blessed Sacrament
My Lord Jesus Christ who, because of your immense love for humanity, remain day and night in this Sacrament, awaiting, calling, and welcoming all those who come to visit you, I believe that you are present here, I adore you in the abyss of my nothingness, and I thank you for having given yourself to me in this Sacrament, for having given me your Most Holy Mother Mary, as my advocate, and for having called me to visit you in this church.
Today greet your beloved heart, and I intend to greet it for three reasons. Firstly, in thanksgiving for this great gift. Secondly, to make amends for all the offences which you receive in this Sacrament. Thirdly, I intend in this visit to adore you in all the places of the earth where you are most abandoned.
My Jesus, I love you with all my heart. I repent for having so often offended your infinite goodness. With your grace, I resolve never to offend you again in the future; and at present, unworthy as I am, I consecrate myself entirely to you, I give you my affections and everything I possess. From this day on, do with me all that you please. I ask only for your holy love, for perseverance to the end of my life and for the perfect fulfillment of your will. I commend to you the souls of Purgatory, especially all those most devoted to the Blessed Sacrament and to Mary Most Holy. I commend to you all poor sinners. I unite all my feelings to those of your most beloved heart, and thus united, I offer them to your eternal Father and I pray to him to accept them and to satisfy them out of love for you. Amen.
Visit to the Blessed Sacrament
Verily You are a hidden God. (Isa. 45, 15.) In no other work of divine love are these words so fully verified as in this adorable mystery of the Most Holy Sacrament, where our God is entirely hidden. When the Eternal Word took flesh, He hid His divinity, and appeared as a man on earth; but remaining with us in this Sacrament, He hides even His humanity, and, as remarks St. Bernard, appears under the form of bread, to show thereby the tenderness of the love which He bears us: “The divinity is hid, the humanity is hide: the bowels of charity alone appear.” O my Beloved Redeemer, at the sight of the excessive tenderness You have for men, I am beside myself, my Lord, and know not what to say. In this Sacrament You go so far for their love as to hide Your majesty and lower Your glory; You go so far as even to consume and annihilate Your divine life. And while You are on the altar You seem to have nothing else to do than to love men, and to show them the love which You bear them. And what gratitude do they show You in return, O great Son of God?
O Jesus, O too great lover of men, allow me to say so, for I see that You prefer their advantage to Your own glory. And did You not know to how much contempt this loving design of Yours would expose You? I see, and before me You did see it full well Yourself, that the greater part of men adore You not, neither will they acknowledge You for what You are in this Sacrament I know that these very men have gone so far as to trample on consecrated Hosts, that they have thrown them on the ground, into water, and into fire. And I see the greater part even of those who believe in You, O God, who, so far from repairing so many outrages by the homage of their devotion, either come to the church to offend You still more by their irreverences, or else abandon You on Your altar, and sometimes even leave it unprovided with a lamp or the necessary ornaments!
Oh, could I, my most sweet Savior, but wash with my tears, or even with my blood, those unhappy places in which, in this Sacrament, Your love and Your enamored, heart have been so greatly outraged! But if so much is not granted me, I desire at least, my Lord, and determine, to visit You often, in order to adore You as I now adore You, and this in compensation for the insults which You receive in this most divine mystery. Accept, O Eternal Father, this scanty honor, which I, the most miserable of men, now offer You in reparation of the outrages offered to Your Son in the Most Holy Sacrament; accept it in union with that infinite honor which Jesus Christ gave You on the cross, and which he daily gives You in the Most Blessed Sacrament. O my Sacramental Jesus, would that I could fill all men with love for the Most Blessed Sacrament!
Ejaculation. O amiable Jesus, make Yourself known, make Yourself loved!
My Jesus, I believe You are truly present in the Blessed Sacrament. I love You more than anything in the world, and I hunger to feed on Your flesh. But since I cannot receive Communion at this moment, feed me at least spiritually. I unite myself to You now as I do when I actually receive You. Never let me drift away from You. Amen.
Visit to the Blessed Virgin Mary
My most powerful Lady, in the midst of my misgivings as to my eternal salvation, how great is the confidence which I feel when I have recourse to you; and when I think that you, my Mother, are, on the one hand, so rich in graces that St. John Damascene calls you “a sea of graces;” St. Bonaventure “the assemblage of graces,” that is, the source in which all graces are congregated; St. Ephrem, “a fountain of grace and of all consolation;” and St. Bernard, “the fullness of every good” and when, on the other hand, I reflect that your desire to do us good is so great that you esteem yourself offended, as St. Bonaventure says, by him who does not ask you for graces: “They sin against you, O Lady,” he says, “who do not ask of you” – O most rich, O most wise, and most merciful Queen, I see that you know far better than I do the wants of my soul and that you love me far more than I can love you! Know, then, the grace for which I now ask you; obtain for me the grace which you know to be the most expedient for my soul. Ask this favor from God and I am satisfied.
Ejaculation. My God, grant me the graces which Mary asks You for me.
Prayer to the Blessed Virgin Mary After the Visit
Most holy Immaculate Virgin and my Mother Mary, to you who are the Mother of my Lord, the Queen of the world, the advocate, the hope, and the refuge of sinners, I have recourse today, I who am the most miserable of all. I render you my most humble homage, 0 great Queen, and I thank you for all the graces you have conferred on me until now, particularly for having delivered me from hell, which I have so often deserved.
I love you, 0 most amiable Lady; and for the love which I bear you, I promise to serve you always, and to do all in my power to make others love you also. I place in you all my hopes; I confide my salvation to your care.
Accept me for your servant, and receive me under your mantle, 0 Mother of Mercy. And since you are so powerful with God, deliver me from all temptations; or rather obtain for me the strength to triumph over them until death. Of you I ask a perfect love for Jesus Christ.
Through you I hope to die a good death. 0 my Mother, by the love which you bear to God, I beseech you to help me at all times, especially at the last moment of my life. Leave me not, I beseech you, until you see me safe in heaven, blessing you, and singing your mercies for all eternity. Amen. So I hope. So may it be.