The Fifteen Prayers of St. Bridget of Sweden

March 29, 1992
Brother John Raymond

	St. Bridget as a child lived in a castle in Sweden. The castle
 had a chapel where Holy Mass was said daily. At the age of 10 she
 heard a sermon preached on the sufferings of Christ. When she went
 to bed that night she lay awake crying over the sufferings of Jesus.
 Before dawn she had a vision of Christ Crucified, His Wounds bleeding
 as if freshly inflicted. He said to her, "See how I have been
 wounded." She asked, "Who has done this to You?" Jesus answered,
 "Those who despise Me and forget My Love." She remembered this lesson
 for the rest of her life. And it was a very special life. St. Bridget,
 a dedicated wife and mother, advised the Pope, founded an Order of
 Nuns and one of Monks. She was a great mystic whose revelations are 
inspiring reading.
	The following fifteen prayers were taught by Jesus to St.
 Bridget. He said to her, "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." Our Lord gave many
 promises to those who recite these prayers. Many people have done
 this and benefited greatly - including myself.


	Recite one Our Father and Hail Mary before each of the

1. 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
	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
	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.

2. 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 these 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.

3. 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.

4. 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.

5. 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 unfortunate sinners.
	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.

6. 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.

7. 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.

8. 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.

9. 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.

10. 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.

11. 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. Amen.

12. 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
 Heaven. Amen.

13. 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.

14. 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.

15. 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.