Master Christ God, who healed my passions with Your passions and healed my ulcers with Your wounds! Grant me, who have sinned a lot to You, tears of tenderness: dissolve my body, from the smell of Your life-giving body, and delight my soul with Your Honest Blood, from the sorrow with which my opponent gave me to drink: elevate my mind to You, down low, and lift me 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 tears comforting, leading children to their heritage. Having darkened my mind in worldly passions, I cannot look to You in illness, I cannot warm myself with tears of Love for You. But, Master Lord Jesus Christ, treasure of good things, grant me complete repentance and a laborious heart to seek Thy: grant me Thy grace and renew in me the images of Thy image. Forsaken Thee, do not forsake me: go forth to seek me: lead me to Thy pasture, and number me among the sheep of Thy chosen flock: educate me with them from the grain of Thy Divine Sacraments, through the prayers of Thy Most Pure Mother and all Thy saints.