Master Christ God, who healed my passions with His passions and healed my ulcers with His wounds, grant me, who have sinned much to You, tears of compunction; dissolve my body from the smell of Your Life-Giving Body, and delight my soul with Your Honest Blood from sorrow, from which the enemy gave me a drink; lift up my mind to You, which has fallen to the ground, and lift me up from the abyss of destruction: for I am not the imam of repentance, I am not the imam of tenderness, I am not the imam of consoling tears that lead children to their inheritance.
My mind has been darkened by worldly passions, I cannot look to You in illness, I cannot warm myself with tears, even with love for You. But, Lord Jesus Christ, treasury of good things, grant me complete repentance and a laborious heart to seek Yours, grant me Your grace and renew the eyes in me Your image.
Leave Thee, do not leave me; come to seek me, lead me to Your pasture and number me among the sheep of Your chosen flock, educate me with them from the grain of Your Divine Sacraments, through the prayers of the Most Pure One Your Mother and all Your saints. Amen.