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						Quicumque certum quæritis
						Rebus levamen asperis:
 Seu culpa mordet anxia,
 Seu pna vos premit comes.
						Jesu, qui, ut agnus innocens,
						Sese immolandum tradidit,
 Ad cor reclusum vulnere,
 Ad mite cor accedite.
						Auditis ut suavissimis
						Invitet omnes vocibus:
 Venite quos gravat labor
 Premitque pondus criminum:
						Quid Corde Jesu mitius?
						Jesum cruci qui affixerant
 Excusat, et Patrem rogat
 Ne perdat ultor impios.
						O Cor, voluptas Clitum,
						Cor, fida spes mortalium,
 En hisce tracti vocibus,
 Ad te venimus supplices.
						Tu nostra terge vulnera
						Ex te fluente sanguine
 Tu da novum cor omnibus
 Qui te gementes invocant.
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						All ye who seek a comfort sure
						In trouble and distress,
 Whatever sorrow vex the mind,
 Or guilt the soul oppress:
						Jesus, who gave Himself for you
						Upon the Cross to die,
 Opens to you His sacred Heart;
 O to that Heart draw nigh.
						Ye hear how kindly he invites;
						Ye hear His words so blest:
 All ye that labor come to Me,
 And I will give you rest.
						What meeker than the Saviours Heart?
						As on the Cross He lay,
 It did His murderers forgive,
 And for their pardon pray.
						O Heart, Thou joy of Saints on high,
						Thou hope of sinners here,
 Attracted by those loving words
 To Thee I life my prayer.
						Wash thou my wounds in that dear Blood,
						Which forth from Thee doth flow;
 New grace, new hope inspire, a new
 And better heart bestow.
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