Most Sacred Heart


O Jesus, my Saviour, I adore and love Thee in the mystery of Thine Agony in the Garden of Olives, and I compassionate the sufferings of Thine Agonizing Heart. I entreat Thee, by this Holy Agony, and by all the Dolours of Thy mortal life, to grant the grace of a good death to all the dying, especially to those for whom I now make intercession. For this end, let me offer Thee my most humble homage.

Agonizing Heart of Jesus, Sacred Heart of my God, my King, and my Saviour;—I adore Thee and I love Thee, have pity on the dying.

Agonizing Heart of Jesus, most holy, most chaste, most innocent of all hearts;—I adore Thee and I love Thee, have pity on the dying.

Agonizing Heart of Jesus, most humble, most submissive, most obedient of all hearts;—I adore Thee and I love Thee, have pity on the dying.

Agonizing Heart of Jesus, most afflicted, most injured, most patient of all hearts;—I adore Thee and I love Thee, have pity on the dying.

Agonizing Heart of Jesus, most sweet, most tender, most devoted of all hearts;—I adore Thee and I love Thee, have pity on the dying.

Agonizing Heart of Jesus, most generous, most noble, most powerful of all hearts;—I adore Thee and I love Thee, have pity on the dying.

Agonizing Heart of Jesus, Heart of the Good Shepherd, of the best of Friends, of the tenderest of Brothers;—I adore Thee and I love Thee, have pity on the dying.

Agonizing Heart of Jesus, Joy of the Angels, Bliss of the Saints, Glory of Heaven;—I adore Thee and I love Thee, have pity on the dying.

Agonizing Heart of Jesus, terror of demons, hope of sinners, strength and consolation of the just;—I adore Thee and I love Thee, have pity on the dying.

Agonizing Heart of Jesus, inexhaustible source of grace, abyss of mercy, only hope of the agonizing;—I adore Thee and I love Thee, have pity on the dying.

Agonizing Heart of Jesus, Beloved of the Father, Living Temple of the Holy Ghost, delight of the Immaculate Heart of Mary;—I adore Thee and I love Thee, have pity on the dying.

Agonizing Heart of Jesus, most loving, most worthy of love, most patient of all hearts;—I adore Thee and I love Thee, have pity on the dying.


Remember, O my Divine Saviour, Thine anguish and fear, when being in an agony, Thou didst prolong Thy prayer; and Martyr to suffering, desire, and love, didst water the ground with a sweat of blood. O tender Lamb, let me, with the deepest reverence and love, gather up each drop of Thy Precious Blood, and offer them all to Thee for my salvation and that of the dying. Deign to apply Its merits to us, and having purified us by Its virtue from all our stains, bring us to the dwelling of eternal joy. Amen.


O Jesus, who lovest souls so ardently, and who hast endured the most cruel agony to save them, behold us prostrate at Thy Feet to compassionate Thy griefs, and to make reparation to Thine Heart which is outraged daily by the sins of men! O afflicted Heart of our good Master, who can understand the terrors, the anguish, the mortal sadness which oppressed Thee in the Garden of Olives? O sweet Saviour of our souls, Thou saidst, “My soul is sorrowful even unto death,” and then all our iniquities passed before Thine eyes. It was the sight of those numberless sins which wrung from Thee the doleful complaint: “Father, if it be possible, let this chalice pass from Me.” But it covers us with shame and fills us with fresh grief, O Heavenly Friend of our souls, to know that we, by our own iniquities, have added to the anguish of Thine agony, and to the torments of Thy death! Oh! Jesus, pardon us! Forget our ingratitude and remember only Thine infinite mercy. Let some drops of the Divine Blood which watered the Garden of Olives, fall upon us, and upon all sinners. Let this Adorable Blood flow freely, we entreat Thee, down upon the souls of those who are now in the terrible agony of death, and about to appear at Thy dread Tribunal. O! Jesus, pity them. From the Cross Thou didst pardon the good thief; pardon the dying! Let them also hear from Thy Sacred Lips the consoling assurance, “This day thou shalt be with me in Paradise.”


  1. To all those who remember My Agony, with love and devotion, at least once a day: forgiveness of all sins and the certainty of salvation for their souls in the hour of their death.
  2. Total and everlasting repentance to those who will have a Mass celebrated in honour of My Agonising Suffering in the Garden of Gethsemane.
  3. Success in spiritual matters to all those, who impress on others, love and devotion to My Agonies on the Mount of Olives.
  4. Finally, and in order to prove to you that I want to break open a dam of My Heart so as to let flow a flood of My graces, I promise those who spread this devotion to My Agony in the Garden of Gethsemane, the following three graces:
    1. Total and final victory over the worst temptation to which they are subjected;
    2. Direct power to save poor souls from purgatory;
    3. Great enlightenment and strength to fulfill My Will.


1. The Faithful Heart

Is it Thou, my Saviour and my God, that I see in this abyss of humiliations, fainting, and abandoned by all most dear to Thee, in an agony of weariness, fear, and sorrow, and bathed, so that even Thy garments are saturated with a bloody sweat? Yes, it is Thou, my God and Saviour. Thou art He Who didst pass throughout Judea and Galilee, curing all diseases, and casting out devils from the bodies of the possessed, by Thy divine power. How then is it that I see Thee in this lamentable condition? Ah! it is Thy excessive love for souls that has reduced Thee to agonise and sweat blood for them. And as Thou didst prove Thy Divinity then by stupendous miracles, so now Thou showest Thyself to be the Man-God by such excess of sufferings. It is Thy Divine power that supports Thee to prevent Thy dying before the time appointed from eternity, and permits Thee to endure in Thy most delicate body the whole violence of the suffering inflicted on Thee. O Jesus! Thou art my Lord and God. The more I see Thee subject to suffering, and afflicted at the enormity of our sins, the more my faith is confirmed in Thee. There is no one but a God Incarnate that could endure such excessive torments, and could conceive so great a sorrow for sin, and comprehend so fully the enormous outrage that the man who sins does against God, the Sovereign Good. Yes, O my Jesus, I firmly believe Thou art my God. Lord, increase my faith—while with the Angels, the beholders of so great a mystery, I adore Thee most profoundly.

2. The Contrite Heart

But whence, dear Jesus, comes this effusion of Thy Blood? I see no executioners here with scourge and crown of thorns, with cross, nails, and spear. Adorable Blood! who has forced thee from the veins of my Saviour? Alas, I have been the cruel executioner, who with my sins, have grieved the Heart of Jesus to an agony and sweat of Blood. O Jesus, infinite Goodness! how is it that my heart, which has been so ungrateful to Thee, is not broken with sorrow? The mere excess of Thy love for unhappy sinners, and the impatient desire Thou hadst in all Thy life to suffer for them, have united at one moment in Thy Heart all those sufferings which Thou art about to feel actually throughout the whole of Thy Passion. O my God, Thy love is not content with the tears Thou hast shed from Thine eyes for my sins, but has opened all the pores of Thy body to shed from them in abundance tears of blood. With these tears, so full of anguish, Thou weepest for my sins and those of the world. O abominable monster, sin!—how could I have committed thee so often and so easily? Ah, that I could expire of pure contrition for having offended Thee so much, O infinite Goodness! O my hard heart! how is it thou dost not break asunder? Canst thou be so insensible? Thy God is weeping for thy sins with tears of Blood, and thou, my heart, art so hard that thou dost not make me shed one tear of contrition! O my Jesus, give me, I beg of Thee, something of that excess of sorrow which Thou hast felt for my sins. Distil from Thy Divine Heart into mine one drop of that torrent of bitterness with which Thy soul was inundated, and since I am not permitted to shed all my blood for Thee, Who hast poured forth Thine to the last drop for me, grant at least that I may wash away my sins from my heart by constant tears of most tender contrition. Oh, that my eyes would let fall tears in torrents for the excessive pains my Lord surfers for my sins and the sins of the whole world. It is I, my Jesus, that have sinned, and Thou who art Innocent bearest the pains due to my sins. Those pains I ought to suffer—why then dost Thou share them with so great love? Give me, Lord Jesus, a share in Thy affliction. Make me suffer with Thee. For love of Thee I henceforth accept in union with Thy pains, all that it shall please Thee to lay upon me in punishment of my offences.

3. Fear

Tremble, O my soul, “for if these things be done in the green tree, what shall be done in the dry?” If Jesus Christ, the Innocent, the Holy, the Just One, was treated with such rigour by the Divine Justice for being clothed in the garb of sinners—what, sinful soul, will become of thee? Alas, living, as I have hitherto done, with so great ingratitude to God, I have good reason to fear that His innocent Blood, shed for my salvation, may cry for vengeance against me, and that this very Blood may be the cause of my condemnation to greater torment. Great God! pierce my heart through with Thy holy fear, that I may ever be afraid of Thy tremendous judgments. Who shall not fear Thee, O King of Nations? What sinner shall not tremble at the sight of the dreadful severity of Thy justice which required such a satisfaction of the most innocent Jesus for the sins of the world?

4. Confidence

If thou hast resolved, O my soul, to correspond effectually to the graces of thy most loving Saviour, thou hast a well-founded hope of attaining to salvation. O my God, when I cast a look upon Thy Son, sacrificed for me, all my fears are put to flight, and I feel to my consolation the sweetest confidence in Thine infinite mercy. Yes, my Jesus, Thou art my mercy and my refuge of safety, Thou art my salvation. Behold Jesus thy Saviour, O my soul, and hope in Him. He holds these hands of His open to embrace thee, and to clasp thee to His breast: these feet He keeps nailed to the Cross to wait for thy return: His head He holds inclined to thee to invite thee to Him: His Heart is open to declare that He is ready to pour out upon thee the riches of His grace: all His Blood shed for thee pleads pardon for thy sins. What then dost thou fear? Put in Jesus thy trust, and thou shalt not be confounded. Hope in thy God, and do good for the time to come, and thou shalt be fed in the delights of thy Divine Pastor for ever. O Jesus, my lot is in Thy hands. I place my soul in Thy Heart, and there I desire that it may dwell. In Thy open side, as in a place of refuge, I will breathe out my soul, in firm confidence that Thou wilt not tear it from Thy Heart to cast it into eternal flames. Remember, O Lord, what this soul of mine has cost Thee, and have mercy on me. Henceforth, dear Lord, I will ever have hope in Thee. If God for my salvation spared not even His Only Son, but sacrificed Him for me upon the Cross, how shall He not with Him give me all things?

5. Love

O my soul, measure the excess of the love of Jesus by the excess of grief with which thou seest Him oppressed. O Love, O Love! if thou couldst have such power over the Heart of God, how is it that thou hast so little over the heart of man? Thou hadst power to force a sweat of blood from every pore of the body of the Son of God, and yet thou canst not draw one tear from my eyes, nor one sigh from my heart. O my Saviour, how strong is Thy love! It makes Thee anticipate the fury of Thy executioners; it makes Thee undergo the agony of death before Thine hour is come. But remember, I beseech Thee, that Thou art come to cast the fire of Thy love on earth, and that Thou desirest that all hearts be enkindled with it. O most loving Heart of Jesus, furnace of most ardent love, kindle in my soul this divine fire, that I may be wholly consumed.

[The Holy Hour; Or, The Intimate Union of the Soul with Jesus in His Agony in the Garden.]

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