Most blessed Comforter, weary not of me, who am often weary of myself. My only hope is in your love, which loves to the uttermost. Prepare yourself yet once again, and wash my soiled life. You will not quench the smoking wick nor break the bruised reed.

Look to my day and guide me in your path. Use me for you will. Amen.

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