Prayer of St. Francis Xavier
Thou
art
my
God,
sole
object
of
my
love;
Not
for
the
hope
of
endless
joys
above;
Nor
for
the
fear
of
endless
pains
below,
Which
they
who
love
thee
not
must
undergo.
For
me,
and
such
as
me,
thou
deign'st
to
bear
An
ignominious
cross,
the
nails,
the
spear:
A
thorny
crown
transpierc'd
thy
sacred
brow,
While
bloody
sweats
from
ev'ry
member
flow.
For
me
in
tortures
thou
resignd'st
thy
breath,
Embrac'd
me
on
the
cross,
and
sav'd
me
by
thy
death.
And
can
these
sufferings
fail
my
heart
to
move?
What
but
thyself
can
now
deserve
my
love?
Such
as
then
was,
and
is,
thy
love
to
me,
Such
is,
and
shall
be
still,
my
love
to
thee
—
To
thee,
Redeemer!
mercy's
sacred
spring!
My
God,
my
Father,
Maker,
and
my
King!
