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faying: "Help me, Lord, for without Thee, 

 my fweeteft Saviour, I live in darknefs and 

 in the midft of tears ; without Thee, moft 

 meek and gentle Lamb, I live in anguifh, 

 in pain and fear ; without Thee, Son of 

 God Moft High, I Hve in confufion and 

 fhame ; without Thee I am ftripped of 

 every good, and blind, forafmuch as Thou 

 art Chrift Jefus, True Light of fouls ; with- 

 out Thee I am loft and damned, forafmuch 

 as Thou art the Spiritual Life, and the 

 very Life of Life ; without Thee I am 

 withered and dry, forafmuch as Thou art 

 the Fountain of every gift and every grace ; 

 without Thee I am all comfortlefs, foraf- 

 much as Thou art Jefus, our redemption, 

 love, and defire, the Bread that doth com- 

 fort, and the Vine that maketh to rejoice 

 the hearts of Angels and the hearts of all 

 the Saints. Shine upon me, moft gracious 

 Mafter and moft loving Shepherd, foraf- 

 much as I am Thy lamb, unworthy though 

 I am." But to the end that the dehre of 

 holy men, unto which our Lord is flow to 

 hearken, might be kindled unto greater love 

 and merit, Chrift the Bleffed departed thence 

 and left him unheard, neither fpake He any 

 word, and went His way along that felf- 



fame 



