Are published under sanction of the Decree of November 18, 1966, published in the Acta of Apostolicae Sedis, Vol. 58, No. 16 of December 29, 1966.
Pope Benedict XV expressed himself as follows on the Revelations of St. Bridget:
"The approbation of such revelations implies nothing more than, after mature examination, it is permissible to publish them for the unit of the faithful. Though they don't merit the same credence as the truths of religion, one can, however, believe them out of human faith, conforming to the rules of prudence by which they are probable, and supported by sufficient motives that one might believe in them piously."
(Les Petits Bollandistes, tome XII)
The 14th of June 1303, at the moment Bridget was born, Benedict, the curate of Rasbo, prayed for the happy deliverence of Ingeborde. Suddenly, he found himself enveloped by a luminous cloud out of which Our Lady appeared:
"A child has been born at Birger; her voice will be heard by the entire world."
Sagii, die XXIV Aprilis 1903
Imprimatur
These Prayers and these Promises have been copied from a book printed in Toulouse in 1740 and published by the P. Adrien Parvilliers of the Company of Jesus, Apostolic Missionary of the Holy Land, with approbation, permission and recommendation to distribute them.
Parents and teachers who will read them to young infants for at least one year will assure their being preserved for life from any grave accident which would involve the loss of one of their five senses.
Pope Pius IX took cognizance of these Prayers with the prologue; he approved them May 31, 1862, recognizing them as true and for the good of souls.
This sentence of Pope Pius IX has been confirmed by the realization of promises by all persons who have recited the prayers and by numerous supernatural facts by which God wanted to make known their exact truth. A collection of small books, these prayers among them, was approved by the Great Congress of Malines on August 22, 1863.
Question -- Must one recite the Prayers everyday without interruption to obtain the privilages?
Answer -- If one should miss saying them for one day, one is obliged to start over again, if one doesn't want lose the privileges attached to them, reciting 5480 prayers during the year. One must say them with devotion and concentrate on the words one pronounces.
Visitors to the Church of St. Paul at Rome can see the crucifix, above the Tabernacle in the Blessed Sacrament Chapel, sculptured by Pierre Cavallini, before which St. Bridget knelt when she received these 15 Prayers from Our Lord. The following inscription is placed in the church to commemorate the event: "Pendentis, Pendente Dei verba accepit aure accipit et verbum corde Brigitta Deum. Anno Jubilei MCCCL", which recalls the prodigy with which the crucifix conversed with Bridget.
As St. Bridget for a long time wanted to know the number of blows Our Lord received during His Passion, He one day appeared to her and said: "I received 5480 blows on My Body. If you wish to honor them in some way, recite fifteen times the Our Father and Hail Mary, together with the following prayers, which I Myself will teach you for an entire year. When the year is finished, you will have honored each of My Wounds."
Our Lord made the following promises to anyone who recited the fifteen St. Bridget Prayers devoutly every day for a whole year:
Our Father - Hail Mary.
O Jesus Christ! Eternal Sweetness to those who love Thee, joy surpassing all joy and all desire, Salvation and Hope of all sinners, Who hast proved that Thou hast no greater desire than to be among men, even assuming human nature at the fullness of time for the love of men, recall all the sufferings Thou hast endured from the instant of Thy conception, and especially during Thy Passion, as it was decreed and ordained from eternity in the Divine plan.
Remember, O Lord, that during the Last Supper with Thy disciples having washed their feet, Thou gavest them Thy Most Precious Body and Blood, and while at the same time Thou didst sweetly console them, Thou didst fortell them Thy coming Passion.
Remember the sadness and bitterness which Thou didst experience in Thy Soul as Thou Thyself bore witness saying: "My Soul is sorrowful even unto death."
Remember all the fear, anguish and pain that Thou didst suffer in Thy delicate Body before the torment of the Crucifixion, when, after having prayed three times, bathed in a sweat of blood, Thou wast betrayed by Judas, Thy disciple, arrested by the people of a nation Thou hadst chosen and elevated, accused by false witnesses, unjustly judged by three judges during the flower of Thy youth and during the solemn Paschal season.
Remember that Thou wast despoiled of Thy garments and clothed in those of derision; that Thy Face and Eyes were veiled, that Thou wast buffeted, crowned with thorns, a reed placed in Thy Hands, that Thou wast crushed with blows and overwhelmed with affronts and outrages.
In memory of all these pains and sufferings which Thou didst endure before Thy Passion on the Cross, grant me before my death true contrition, a sincere and entire confession, worthy satisfaction and the remission all my sins. Amen.
Our Father -- Hail Mary.
O Jesus! True liberty of angels, paradise of delights, remember the horror and sadness
which Thou didst endure when Thy enemies, like furious lions, surrounded Thee, and by thousands of
insults, spits, blows, lacerations and other unheard-of cruelties, tormented Thee at will. In consideration of these torments and insulting words, I beseech Thee, O my Savior, to deliver me from
all my enemies, visible and invisible, and to bring me, under Thy protection, to the perfection of
eternal salvation. Amen.
Our Father -- Hail Mary.
O Jesus! Creator of Heaven and earth Whom nothing can encompass or limit, Thou Who dost
enfold and hold all under Thy loving power, remember the very bitter pain Thou didst suffer when
the Jews nailed Thy Sacred Hands and Feet to the Cross by blow after blow with big blunt nails,
and not finding Thee in a pitiable enough state to satisfy their rage, they enlarged thy Wounds,
and added pain to pain, and with indescribable cruelty stretched Thy Body on the Cross, pulling
Thee from all sides, thus dislocating Thy limbs.
I beg of Thee, O Jesus, by the memory of this most Loving suffering of the Cross, to grant me the grace to fear Thee and to Love Thee. Amen.
Our Father -- Hail Mary.
O Jesus! Heavenly Physician, raised aloft on the Cross to heal our wounds with Thine,
remember the bruises which Thou didst suffer and the weakness of all Thy Members which were
distended to such a degree that never was there pain like unto Thine. From the crown of Thy
Head to the Soles of Thy Feet there was not one spot on Thy Body that was not in torment, and yet, forgetting all Thy sufferings, Thou didst not cease to pray to Thy Heavenly Father for Thy 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 Thy Most Bitter Passion may effect in us a perfect contrition and the remission of all our sins. Amen.
Our Father -- Hail Mary.
O Jesus! Mirror of eternal splendor, remember the sadness which Thou experienced,
when contemplating in the light of Thy Divinity the predestination of those who would be saved
by the merits of Thy Sacred Passion, Thou didst see at the same time, the great multitude of
reprobates who would be damned for their sins, and Thou didst complain bitterly of those hopeless,
lost, and unfortunate sinners.
Through this abyss of compassion and pity, and especially through the goodness which Thou displayed to the good thief when Thou saidst to him: "This day, thou shalt be with Me in Paradise." I beg of Thee, O Sweet Jesus, that at the hour of my death, Thou wilt show me mercy. Amen.
Our Father -- Hail Mary.
O Jesus! Beloved and most desirable King, remember the grief Thou didst suffer,
when naked and like a common criminal, Thou wast fastened and raised on the Cross, when all
Thy relatives and friends abandoned Thee, except Thy Beloved Mother, who remained close to Thee
during Thy agony and whom Thou didst entrust to Thy faithful disciple when Thou saidst to Mary:
"Woman, behold thy son!", and to St. John: "Son, behold thy Mother!".
I beg of Thee O my Savior, by the sword of sorrow which pierced the soul of Thy holy Mother, to have compassion on me in all my afflictions and tribulations, both corporal and spiritual, and to assist me in all my trials, and especially at the hour of my death. Amen.
Our Father -- Hail Mary.
O Jesus! Inexhaustable Fountain of compassion, Who by a profound gesture of Love,
said from the Cross: "I thirst," suffered from the thirst for the salvation of
the human race. I beg of Thee, O my Savior, to inflame in our hearts the desire to tend
toward perfection in all our acts, and to extinguish in us the concupiscence of the flesh and
the ardor of worldly desires. Amen.
Our Father -- Hail Mary.
O Jesus! Sweetness of hearts, delight of the spirit, by the bitterness of the gall
and vinegar which Thou didst taste on the Cross for Love of us, grant us the grace to receive
worthily Thy Precious Body and Blood during our life and at the hour of our death, that they
may serve as a remedy and consolation for our souls. Amen.
Our Father -- Hail Mary.
O Jesus! Royal virtue, joy of the mind, recall the pain Thou didst endure when
plunged in an ocean of bitterness at the approach of death, insulted, outraged by the Jews,
Thou didst cry out in a loud voice that Thou wast abandoned by Thy Father, saying:
"My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?"
Through this anguish, I beg of Thee, O my Savior, not to abandon me in the terrors and pains of my death. Amen.
Our Father -- Hail Mary.
O Jesus! Who art the beginning and the end of all things, life and virtue, remember
that for our sakes Thou wast plunged in an abyss of suffering from the soles of Thy Feet to the
crown of Thy Head. In consideration of the enormity of Thy Wounds, teach me to keep,
through pure love, Thy Commandments, whose way is wide and easy for those who love Thee.
Amen.
Our Father -- Hail Mary.
O Jesus! Deep abyss of mercy, I beg of Thee, in memory of Thy Wounds which
penetrated to the very marrow of Thy Bones and to the depth of Thy being, to draw me, a
miserable sinner, overwhelmed by my offenses, away from sin and to hide me from Thy Face
justly irritated against me; hide me in Thy Wounds, until Thy anger and just indignation
shall have passed away. Amen.
Our Father -- Hail Mary.
O Jesus! Mirror of truth, symbol of unity, link of charity, remember the multitude
of wounds with which Thou wast covered from head to foot, torn and reddened by the spilling of
Thy adorable Blood. O great and universal pain which Thou didst suffer in Thy virginal
flesh for love of us! Sweetest Jesus! What is there that Thou couldst have done for us
which Thou hast not done?
May the fruit of Thy sufferings be renewed in my soul by the faithful remembrance of Thy Passion, and may Thy love increase in my heart each day until I see Thee in eternity, Thou Who art the treasury of every real good and every joy, which I beg Thee to grant me, O sweetest Jesus, in Heaven. Amen.
Our Father -- Hail Mary.
O Jesus! Strong lion, immortal and invincible King, remember the pain Thou didst
endure when all Thy strength, both moral and physical, was entirely exhausted; Thou didst bow
Thy Head, saying: "It is consummated."
Through this anguish and grief, I beg of Thee Lord Jesus, 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.
Our Father -- Hail Mary.
O Jesus! Only Son of the Father, splendor and figure of His Substance, remember
the simple and humble recommendation Thou didst make of Thy Soul to Thy Eternal Father,
saying: "Father, into Thy Hands I commend My Spirit!" And with Thy
Body all torn, and Thy Heart broken, and the bowels of Thy Mercy open to redeem us, Thou
didst expire.
By this Precious Death, I beg of Thee O King of Saints, to comfort me and help me to resist the devil, the flesh and the world, so that being dead to the world, I may live for Thee alone. I beg of Thee at the hour of my death to receive me, a pilgrim and an exile returning to Thee. Amen.
Our Father -- Hail Mary.
O Jesus! True and fruitful Vine! Remember the abundant outpouring of
blood which Thou didst so generously shed from Thy Sacred Body as juice from grapes in a
wine press.
From Thy Side, pierced with a lance by a soldier, blood and water issued forth until there was not left in Thy Body a single drop, and finally, like a bundle of myrrh lifted to the top of the Cross, Thy delicate Flesh was destroyed, the very substance of Thy Body withered, and the marrow of Thy Bones dried up.
Through this bitter Passion, and through the outpouring of Thy Precious Blood, I beg of Thee, O Sweet Jesus, to receive my soul when I am in my death agony. Amen.
O Sweet Jesus! Pierce my heart so that my tears of penitence and love will be my bread day and night; may I be converted entirely to Thee, may my heart be Thy perpetual habitation, may my conversation be pleasing to Thee, and may the end of my life be so praiseworthy that I may merit Heaven and there with Thy saints, praise Thee forever. Amen.
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