Jesus taught Saint Bridget fifteen prayers. He said
“I received 5,480 wounds on My Body during My Passion. If you wish to honor
each of them in some way pray the following prayers each day for a whole
year. When the year is over, you will have honored each one of My Wounds.”
O Jesus! You have proved that You have no greater desire than to be among men, even
assuming human nature at the fullness of time for the love of men. I recall all the
sufferings of Your life especially Your Passion.
I remember, O Lord, that during the Last Supper with Your disciples, having washed their
feet, You gave them Your Most Precious Body and Blood, and, while consoling them, You
foretold Your coming Passion.
I remember the sadness and bitterness which You experienced in Your Soul as You said,
My Soul is sorrowful even unto death.
I remember all the fear, anguish and pain that You
did suffer in Your delicate Body before
the torment of the Crucifixion, when, after having
prayed three times, bathed in a sweat
of blood, You were betrayed by Judas, arrested by the people of a nation You had chosen
and elevated, accused by false witnesses and unjustly judged by three judges.
I remember that You were despoiled of Your garments
and clothed in those of derision,
that Your Face and Eyes were covered, that You were
beaten, crowned with thorns, a reed placed in Your Hands, that You were crushed with blows and overwhelmed with
insults and outrages. In memory of all these pains
and sufferings which You endured
before Your Passion on the Cross, grant me before my death a true contrition, a sincere
and entire confession, worthy satisfaction and the
remission of all my sins. Amen.
O Jesus! I remember the horror and sadness which You endured when Your enemies
surrounded You, and by thousands of insults, spits,
blows, lacerations and other unheard-of cruelties tormented You. In consideration of the
se torments and insulting words, I beg
You to deliver me from all my enemies, visible and
invisible, and to bring me, under Your
protection, to the perfection of eternal salvation.
O Jesus! I remember the very bitter pain You did suffer when the executioners nailed
Your Sacred Hands and Feet to the Cross by blow after blow with big blunt nails, and, not
finding You in a sad enough state, to satisfy their
cruelty they enlarged Your Wounds, and
added pain to pain, stretching Your Body on the Cross and dislocated Your Bones by
pulling Them on all sides. I beg of You by the memory of this most loving suffering of the
Cross to grant me the grace to love You. Amen.
O Jesus! I Remember the bruises You suffered and the weakness of Your Body, which was
distended to such a degree that never was there pain like Yours. From the crown of Your
Head to the soles of Your Feet there was not one spot on Your Body which was not in
torment. Yet, for getting all Your sufferings, You
did not cease to pray to Your Heavenly
Father for Your enemies, saying: Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.
Through this great mercy and in memory of this suffering, grant that the remembrance of
Your most bitter Passion may effect in us a perfect
contrition and the remission of all our sins. Amen.
O Jesus! I remember the sadness which You experienced when, foreseeing those who
would be damned for their sins, You suffered bitterly over these hopeless, lost and
Through this abyss of compassion and pity and especially through the goodness which You
displayed to the good thief when You said to him, This day you will be with Me in
Paradise, I beg of You that at the hour of my death
to show me mercy. Amen.
O Jesus! I remember the grief which You suffered when, like a common criminal, You
were raised and fastened to the Cross, when all Your relatives and friends abandoned
You, except Your Beloved Mother who remained close
to You during Your agony and
Whom You entrusted to Your faithful disciple when You said,
Woman, behold Your son. Son behold your Mother.
I beg You by the sword of sorrow which pierced the
soul of Your Holy Mother, to have
compassion on me in all my afflictions and tribulations, both of body and spirit, and to
assist me in all my trials and especially at the hour of my death. Amen.
O Jesus! I remember Your profound gesture of love from the Cross when You said, I thirst,
and Your suffering from the thirst for the salvation of the human race. I beg You to
inflame in our hearts the desire to tend toward perfection in all our actions and to extinguish in us all wordly desires. Amen.
O Jesus! I remember the bitterness of the gall and
vinegar which You tasted on the Cross
for love of us. Grant us the grace to receive worthily Your Precious Body and Blood during
our life and at the hour of our death that It may be a remedy of consolation for our souls.
O Jesus! I remember the pain You endured when, immersed in an ocean of bitterness at
the approach of death, insulted, outraged by the people, You cried out in a loud voice
that You were abandoned by Your Father, saying: My
God, My God, why have You
forsaken Me? Through this anguish I beg You not to
abandon me in the terrors and pains of
my death. Amen.
O Jesus! I remember that for our sakes You were immersed into an abyss of suffering. In
consideration of the enormity of Your Wounds, teach
me to keep, through pure love, Your
Commandments, which are a wide and easy path for those who love You. Amen.
O Jesus! I remember Your Wounds which penetrated to
the very marrow of Your Bones
and to the depth of Your Being. Draw me away from sin and hide me in Your Wounds.
O Jesus! I remember the multitude of Wounds which afflicted You from Head to Foot, torn
and reddened by the spilling of Your Precious Blood. O great and universal pain which You
suffered in Your Flesh for love of us! What is there You could have done for us which You
have not done?
May the fruit of Your sufferings be renewed in my soul by the faithful remembrance of
Your Passion and may Your love increase in my heart
each day until I see You in eternity,
You Who are the treasury of every real good and joy, which I beg You to grant me in
O Jesus! I remember the pain You endured when all Your strength, both moral and
physical, was entirely exhausted; You bowed Your Head, saying: It is consummated.
Through this anguish and grief, I beg You to have mercy on me at the hour of my death,
when my mind will be greatly troubled and my soul will be in anguish. Amen.
O Jesus! I remember the simple and humble recommendation You made of Your Soul to
Your Eternal Father, saying, “Father, into Your Hands I commend My Spirit,” and when,
Your Body all torn and Your Heart broken, You expired. By this precious death, I beg You
to comfort me and give me help to resist the devil,
the flesh and the world, so that, being
dead to the world, I may live for You alone. I beg
of You at the hour of my death to
receive me. Amen.
O Jesus! I remember the abundant outpouring of Blood which You shed. From Your Side,
pierced with a lance by a soldier, Blood and Water
poured forth until there was not left in
Your Body a single Drop; and finally the very substance of Your Body withered and the
marrow of Your Bones dried up.
Through this bitter Passion and through the outpouring of Your Precious Blood, I beg You
to pierce my heart so that my tears of penance and
love may be my bread day and night.
May I be entirely converted to You; may my heart be
Your perpetual resting place; may
my conversation be pleasing to You; and may the end
of my life be so praiseworthy that I
may merit Heaven and there with Your saints praise
You forever. Amen.