My Crucified Jesus, mercifully accept the prayer which I now make to thee for help in the moment of my death, when all my senses shall fail me.
When, therefore, O sweetest Jesus, my weary and downcast eyes can no longer look up to thee, be mindful of the loving gaze which now I turn on thee, and have mercy on me.
When my parched lips can no longer kiss thy Most Sacred Wounds, remember then those kisses which now I imprint on thee, and have mercy on me.
When my cold hands can no longer embrace thy Cross, forget not the affection with which I embrace it now, and have mercy on me.
And when, at length, my swollen and lifeless tongue can no longer speak, remember that I called upon thee now.
Jesus, Joseph, Mary, to you I commend my soul.
[Indulgence of 300 days, once a day. Plenary twice a year. – Pius X, September 4th, 1903.]
– From St Anthony’s Treasury, Laverty & Sons, Leeds, 1916