- Regina Coeli
- Hail, Holy Queen
- The Memorare
- Morning Offering
- Prayer of Thomas Merton
- Prayer to my Guardian Angel
- Prayer of St Ignatius Loyola
- Prayers of Cardinal Newman
- Prayer to the Holy Spirit
- Be Thou My Vision
- Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi
- A Prayer to Draw Closer to God
- Collect for the Fourth Sunday after the Epiphany
- Prayer of St Francis Xavier
- Prayer of Dr Samuel Johnson
- Prayer of Father Bede Jarrett
- Prayer of a Seventeenth Century Nun
- Prayer of St Richard Wych
- Prayer of St Ignatius Loyola
- Prayer of Reinhold Niebuhr
- A Prayer for Peace
- A Prayer for Busy People
- Prayer of the Grail
- Prayer of Charles de Foucauld
- Prayer of Abu Bekr
- Prayer from a Book of Hours of 1514
- A Cistercian Vigil Prayer
- A Cistercian Prayer During Lent
- A Cistercian Prayer for the Feast of the Holy Family
- A Cistercian Prayer for the Dead
- The Prayer for the Dying
- Apache Wedding Prayer
- A Prayer of George Herbert
- A Prayer for a New Child
- Take, Lord, and Receive
- A Simple Blessing
- A Prayer of Cardinal Newman
- Prayer by Kahlil Gibran
- Prayer for those who live alone
- I asked for strength
- A Prayer of the Prophet Mohammed
- A Prayer of Anne Bronte
- A Prayer of Thomas Bacon
- A Parting of Friends by Cardinal Newman
- A Meditation by Cardinal Newman
- Prayer for Fathers of Families of Pope John XXIII
Said instead of the Angelus from the Easter Vigil till Pentecost.
V O Queen of heaven, rejoice, alleluia!
R For he whom thou didst merit to bear, alleluia!
V Has risen, as he said, alleluia!
R Pray for us to God, alleluia!
V Rejoice and be glad, O Virgin Mary, alleluia!
R For the Lord has risen indeed, alleluia!
Let us pray. O God, who gavest joy to the world through the resurrection of thy Son our Lord Jesus Christ; grant that we may obtain, through his Virgin Mother, Mary, the joys of everlasting life. Through the same Christ our Lord. Amen.
Hail, holy Queen, Mother of mercy! Hail, our life, our sweetness and our hope. To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve; to thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this vale of tears. Turn, then, most gracious advocate, your eyes of mercy towards us; and after this our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus. O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary.
V Pray for us, O holy Mother of God.
R That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.
Let us pray. Almighty, everlasting God, who, through the working of the Holy Spirit, didst prepare the body and soul of the glorious Virgin Mary to be a worthy dwelling for thy Son: grant that we who remember her with joy may be delivered by her prayers from the evils that beset us in this world and from everlasting death in the next. Through the same Christ our Lord. Amen
Remember, O most loving Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to your protection, implored your help, or sought your intercession was left unaided. Inspired by this confidence, we fly unto you, O Virgin of virgins, our Mother! To you we come, before you we stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word incarnate, despise not our petitions, but in your mercy hear and answer us. Amen.
O Jesus, through the most pure heart of Mary, I offer you all the prayers, thoughts, works and sufferings of this day for all the intentions of thy Divine Heart.
Grant, O Lord, that none may love you less this day because of me; that never word or act of mine may turn one soul from thee; and ever daring, yet one other grace would I implore, that many souls this day, because of me, may love thee more. O Lord, when I awake and day begins waken me to thy presence; waken me to thy indwelling; waken me to inward sight of thee, and speech with thee and strength from thee; that all my earthly walk may waken into song and my spirit leap up to thee all day, all ways.
My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this, you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it. Therefore will I trust you always though I may seem lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.
Angel of God, appointed by divine mercy to be my guardian, enlighten and protect, direct and govern me this day.
Take, Lord, all my liberty. Receive my memory, my understanding, and my whole will. Whatever I have and possess, you have given me; to you I restore it wholly and to your will I utterly surrender it for my direction. Give me the love of you only, with your grace, and I am rich enough; nor do I ask anything beside.
O Lord, support us all the day long until the shades lengthen and the evening comes, and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over, and our work is done. Then, Lord, in thy mercy, grant us a safe lodging, a holy rest, and peace at the last.
Complete Thy work, O Lord, and as Thou hast loved me from the beginning so make me to love Thee unto the end.
O God, to whom all hearts are open, all desires known, and from whom no secrets are hidden, cleanse the thoughts of our hearts by the inpouring of your Holy Spirit, that every thought and word of ours may begin from you, and in you be perfectly completed, through Christ our Lord. Amen.
From the Irish
Be though my vision, O Lord of my heart, Be all else but naught to me, save that thou art; Be thou my best thought in the day and the night, Both waking and sleeping, thy presence my light.
Be thou my wisdom, be thou my true word, Be thou ever with me, and I with thee Lord; Be thou my great Father, and I thy true son; Be thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.
Be thou my breastplate, my sword for the fight; Be thou my whole armour, be thou my true might; Be thou my soul’s shelter, be thou my strong tower; O raise thou me heavenward, great power of my power.
Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise; Be thou mine inheritance now and always; Be thou and thou only the first in my heart: O sovereign of heaven, my treasure thou art.
High king of heaven, thou heaven’s bright sun O grant me its joys after victory is won; Great heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be thou my vision, O ruler of all.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace: where there is hatred let me sow peace, where there is injury let me sow pardon, where there is doubt let me sow faith, where there is despair let me give hope, where there is darkness let me give light, where there is sadness let me give joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not try to be comforted but to comfort, not try to be understood but to understand, not try to be loved but to love. Because it is in giving that we receive, it is in forgiving that we are forgiven, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Gracious God, Send us anywhere in this world you would have us go, only go thou with us.
Place upon us any burden you desire only stand by us to sustain us.
Break any tie that binds us except the tie that binds us to thee.
And the blessing of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit be with us now and for evermore.
The Book of Common Prayer (1662)
O God, who knowest us to be set in the midst of so many and great dangers, that by reason of the frailty of our nature we cannot always stand upright: Grant to us such strength and protection, as may support us in all dangers, and carry us through all temptations; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
O God of all the nations of the earth, Remember those who, though created in your image, are ignorant of your love; and, in fulfilment of the sacrifice of your Son, Jesus Christ, let the prayers and labours of your Church deliver them from false faith and unbelief, and bring them to worship you; through him who is the resurrection and the life of all who put their trust in you, Jesus Christ, our Lord.
(1709-84) (Entry for Easter Day, 30 March 1777)
When I survey my past life, I discover nothing but a barren waste of time with some disorders of body and disturbances of the mind very near to madness; which I hope he that made me, will suffer to extenuate many faults, and excuse many deficiencies. Yet much remains to be repented and reformed. I hope that I refer more to God than in former times, and consider more what submission is due to his dispensations. But I have very little reformed my practical life, and the time in which I can struggle with habits cannot be now expected to be long.
Grant O God that I may no longer resolve in vain, or dream away the life that thy indulgence gives me, in vacancy and uselessness.
(1881-1934 Dominican priest and Prior of Blackfriars, Oxford)
May he give us all the courage that we need to go the way he shepherds us. That when he calls we may go unfrightened. If he bids us come to him across the waters, that unfrightened we may go. And if he bids us climb a hill, may we not notice that it is a hill, mindful only of the happiness of his company. He made us for himself, that we should travel with him and see him at the last in his unveiled beauty in the abiding city where he is light and happiness and endless home.
Lord, Thou knowest better than I know myself, that I am growing older and will some day be old. Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs. Make me thoughtful but not moody; helpful but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all, but Thou knowest, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.
Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details; give me the wings to get to the point. Seal my lips on my aches and pains. They are increasing, and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by. I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others’ pains, but help me to endure them with patience.
I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility, and a lessening cocksureness when my memory seems to clash with the memory of others. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken. Keep me reasonably sweet. I do not want to be a saint (some of them are so hard to live with) but a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the devil. Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places and talents in unexpected people. And give me, O Lord, the grace to tell them so.
(1197-1253 Bishop of Chichester, 1245-53)
Thanks be to thee, O Lord Christ, for all the benefits which thou hast given us; for all the pains and insults which thou hast borne for us. O most merciful redeemer, friend and brother, may we know thee more clearly, love thee more dearly, and follow thee more nearly; for thine own sake.
(1491/5-1556 Founder of the Jesuits)
Teach us, good Lord, to serve thee as thou deservest; to give and not to count the cost to fight and not to heed the wounds, to toil and not to seek for rest, to labour and not to ask for any reward save that of knowing that we do thy will.
Jesus, I believe in you, Jesus, I hope in you, Jesus, I love you.
I believe in you for those who do not believe. I hope in you for those who have never hoped and for those who have lost hope. I love you for those who have never known you and have never loved you.
Sweet Heart of Jesus, I trust in you. I trust in you for all, with all, in spite of all, and forever.
O Mary, Mother of my Jesus, keep me close to Jesus, keep Jesus close to me.
Nothing worth doing is completed in our lifetime, therefore we must be saved by hope.
Nothing true or beautiful makes complete sense in any context of history, therefore we must be saved by faith.
Nothing we do, no matter how virtuous, can be accomplished alone, therefore we are saved by Love.
O God, source of all holy desires, right counsels and just actions, grant to your servants that peace which the world cannot give, so that our hearts may be wholly devoted to your service, and all our days, freed from dread of our enemies, may be passed in quietness under your protection.
Lord Jesus, have pity on me.
With Martha I was busy all day long.
Allow me now with Mary to sit at your feet simply to look at you.
Lord Jesus, I give you my hands to do your work. I give you my feet to go your way. I give you my eyes to see as you do. I give you my tongue to speak your words. I give you my mind that you may think in me. I give you my spirit that you may pray in me. Above all, I give you my heart that you may love in me your Father and all mankind. I give you my whole self that you may grow in me, so that it is you, Lord Jesus, who live and work and pray in me.
Father, I abandon myself into your hands, do with me what you will. Whatever you may do, I thank you. I am ready for all. I accept all. Let your will be done in me and all your creatures. I wish no more than this, O Lord. Into your hands I commend my soul; I offer it to you with all the love of my heart, for I love you, Lord, and so need to give myself, to surrender myself into your hands, without reserve and with boundless confidence, for you are my Father.
(Father-in-law of Mohammed)
I thank Thee, Lord, for knowing me better than I know myself, and for letting me know myself better than others know me.
Make me, I pray Thee, better than they suppose, and forgive me for what they do not know.
God be in my head, and in my understanding, God be in mine eyes, and in my looking, God be in my mouth, and in my speaking, God be in my heart, and in my thinking, God be at my end, and at my departing.
Lord our God, as we keep watch with you this night we commend all people and their lives to you. We remember in particular all those who are working, those who in their suffering cannot sleep, those who use the night to do evil, those who are afraid of the day about to dawn. May they all come out into the light of your Day. We ask you this, through Jesus, our Lord.
In taking the road to Jerusalem, there to die, Lord Jesus, you reveal to your Church the true meaning of suffering. Grant us the grace to walk in your footsteps towards the light of life where you dwell for ever and ever.
God our Father, we thank you for the selflessness of Mary and of Joseph, and for the favour you gave them of making a home for the Word made flesh. May that Word come to dwell in our hearts, to be our joy from day to day. Hear us, God, who are faithful for ever and ever.
God our Father, you have glorified your Son and your Son has glorified you. Through him grant eternal life to all those you have given him, so that together they may know you, and sing your glory, for ever and ever.
Go forth, O Christian soul, in the name of God the Father almighty, who created you, in the name of Jesus Christ, the Son of the living God, who suffered for you, in the name of the Holy Spirit, who was given to you, in the name of the holy and glorious Mary, Virgin Mother of God, in the name of blessed Joseph, in the name of the angels, archangels and prophets, of the holy apostles and evangelists, of the holy martyrs, confessors, monks and hermits, of the holy virgins and of all the saints of God, may peace be yours this day, and may your home be in heaven. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.
Now you will feel no rain, For each of you will be shelter to the other. Now you will feel no cold, For each of you will be warmth to the other. Now there is no more loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two bodies, But there is only one life before you. Go now to your dwelling place To enter into the days of your togetherness And may your days be good and long upon the earth.
Lord, Thou hast given so much to me: One thing more I ask: a grateful heart. Not thankful when it pleases me, As if Thy blessings had spare days; But such a heart whose every pulse may be: Thy praise.
O Lord our God, Creator of heaven and earth, and our creator: we give you thanks and praise for the gift of this child… We thank you for creating him/her in your image, and breathing into him/her the breath of life. We thank you for the love which her parents have for each other, and for the welcome they are giving to… By the power of the Holy Spirit, fill their home with love, trust and understanding; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
(St Ignatius Loyola)
Take, Lord, and receive all my liberty, my memory, my understanding, and my entire will. All I have and call my own. Whatever I have or hold, you have given me. I restore it all to you and surrender it wholly to be governed by your will. Give me only your love and grace and I am rich enough and ask for nothing more.
May you walk in Peace, Live with Love, work with Joy and May Your God go with you.
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Dear Jesus, help me to spread Thy fragrance everywhere I go. Flood my soul with Thy spirit and life. Penetrate and possess my whole being so utterly that all my life may only be a radiance of Thine. Shine through me, and be so in me that every soul I come in contact with may feel Thy presence in my soul. Let them look up and see no longer me but only Jesus! Stay with me, and then I shall begin to shine as Thou shinest, so to shine as to be a light to others; the light, O Jesus, will be all from Thee; none of it will be mine; it will be Thou shining on others through me. Let me thus praise Thee in the way Thou dost love best by shining on those around me. Let me preach Thee without preaching, not by words but by my example, by the catching force of the sympathetic influence of what I do, the evident fullness of the love my heart bears to Thee. Amen.
(1883 – 1931)
You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.
For what is prayer but the expansion of yourself into the living ether? And if it is for your comfort to pour your darkness into space, it is also for your delight to pour forth the dawning of your heart. And if you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer, she should spur you again and yet again, though weeping, until you shall come laughing.
When you pray you rise to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour, and whom save in prayer you may not meet. Therefore let your visit to that temple invisible be for naught but ecstasy and sweet communion. For if you should enter the temple for no other purpose than asking you shall not receive: And if you should enter into it to beg for the good of others you shall not be heard. It is enough that you enter the temple invisible.
I live alone, dear Lord, stay by my side. In all my daily needs be Thou my guide. Grant me good health, for that indeed, I pray, to carry on my work from day to day. Keep pure my heart, my thoughts, my every deed. Let me be kind, unselfish in my neighbour’s need. Spare me from fire, from flood, malicious tongues, from thieves, from fear and evil ones. If sickness or an accident befall, then humbly, Lord, I pray, hear Thou my call, and when I’m feeling low, or in despair, lift up my heart and help me in my prayer . I live alone dear Lord, yet have no fear, because I feel Your presence ever near.
I asked for strength that I might achieve; I was made weak that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health that I might do greater things; I was given infirmity that I might do better things.
I asked for riches that I might be happy; I was given poverty that I might be wise.
I asked for power that I might have the praise of men; I was given weakness that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things that I might enjoy life; I was given life that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing that I had asked for, but everything that I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself my unspoken prayers were answered; I am, among all men, most richly blessed.
O God, You are peace. From You is peace and to You is peace. Let us live, O Lord, in peace and receive us in Your paradise, the abode of peace. Yours is the majesty and the praise, we hear and we obey. Grant us your forgiveness, Lord, and to You be our becoming.
While faith is with me, I am best; It turns my darkest night to day; But, while I clasp it to my breast, I often feel it slide away.
What shall I do if all my love, My hopes, my toil, are cast away? And if there be no God above To hear and bless me when I pray?
Oh, heal me, God! For thou alone Canst my distracted soul relieve. Forsake it not: it is thine own, Through weak, yet longing to believe.
O Lord, we most humbly beseech thee to give us grace not only to be hearers of the Word, but also doers of the same; not only to love, but also to live thy gospel; not only to profess, but also to practice thy blessed commandments, unto the honour of thy holy name.
And, Oh my brethren, O kind and affectionate hearts, O loving friends, should you know anyone whose lot it has been, by writing or by word of mouth, in some degree to help you thus to act; if he has ever told you what you knew about yourselves, or what you did not know; has read to you your wants or feelings, and comforted you by the very reading; has made you feel that there was a higher life than this daily one, and a brighter world than that you see; or encouraged you, or sobered you, or opened a way to the inquiring, or soothed the perplexed; if what he had said or done has ever made you take interest in him, and feel well inclined toward him; remember such a one in time to come, though you hear him not, and pray for him, that in all things he may know God’s will, and at all times he may be ready to fulfill it.
God has created me to do him some definite service; He has committed some work to me which He has not committed to another. I have my mission – I may never know it in this life, but I shall be told of it in the next.
I am a link in a chain, a bond of connection between persons. He has not created me for naught, I shall do good, I shall do his work. I shall be an angel of peace, a preacher of truth in my own place while not intending it – if I do but keep His Commandments.
Therefore, I will trust Him. Whatever, wherever I am, I can never be thrown away. If I am in sickness, my sickness may serve Him; in perplexity, my perplexity may serve Him; if I am in sorry, my sorrow may serve Him. He does nothing in vain. He knows what He is about. He may take away my friends. He may throw me among strangers. He may make me feel desolate, make my spirits sink, hide my future from me – still He knows what He is about.
St. Joseph, guardian of Jesus and chaste husband of Mary, you passed your life in loving fulfilment of duty. You supported the Holy Family of Nazareth with the work of your hands. Kindly protect those who trustingly come to you. You know their aspirations, their hardships, their hopes. They look to you because they know you will understand and protect them. But amid the worries of material life your soul was full of deep peace and sang out in true joy through intimacy with God’s Son entrusted to you with Mary, His tender Mother. Assure those you protect that they do not labor alone. Teach them to find Jesus near them and to watch over Him faithfully as you have done. Amen.