Go you also, Golden Grains, borne on the wings of zeal and friendship; carry the cry of alarm to some pious souls. Say to them that, at this hour, another soul, one of their sisters, a daughter of Jesus Christ like themselves, is just about to fall into sin.
Tell them to cry aloud: –
My God, my God, give thy grace to the soul which is on the point of offending thee!
Oh! what a beautiful mission is that of preventing a mortal sin by prayer! of keeping from falling into the abyss some poor soul, which, perhaps, was about to be for ever separated from thee, my God.
Mortal sin is committed every hour, and God is blasphemed every hour, and every hour God loses a soul.
And for some of these souls all that is wanting is one grace more, which they have not merited, and which a prayer could have obtained for them.
My God, my God, pour forth thy grace on the soul who is about to offend thee.
– From: Golden Grains, Eighth Edition, H.M. Gill and Son, Dublin, 1889