Prayers to the Grace-Filled Loreto Child of Salzburg (FB - No. 10b)

Little Child of God, we trust in You!

O little Child of Loreto,
mighty and wonderful,
be my small,
great helper always!
Be my light on all dark days,
be my counsel in all anxious questions!

Little Child,
bless the hard toil of my daily work,
bless the quiet glow
of my love!
And the people You have given me
to accompany me through this earthly life!

Heal the wounds that life has dealt,
strengthen my soul that has borne much suffering!
Let me recognize Your love even then
when affliction burns deep in my heart!

Grant me health and my daily bread,
keep far from me worry, misfortune, fear and distress!
Be merciful to me one day at the judgment,
call me to rest in the eternal light!

O dear, sweet little Jesus,
I greet You with all my heart!
You are, here in this vale of tears,
my comfort, my all.
You became our little Brother
through the power of Your love,
and still want to remain with us
in the form of holy bread.
I greet You many thousand times
in the Blessed Sacrament!
Would that with the great number of angels
I could praise You without end.
O, if only I could go to church
and behold You in the garb of the Host.
But no, Your will be done,
in You I will joyfully trust.

Here on my bed of pain
I will honor You, faithful and devout;
I will think of You early and late,
until I come to You.
When I am in pain and suffering
alone by day and night,
I think of Your solitude
in the little shrine of grace.
If my blood glows in fever heat
and my hands burn,
I think of the glow of Your love
in the Blessed Sacrament.
If patience would leave me,
when I feel the pain most keenly,
I think of the torments of love
that Your Heart once endured.
O little Jesus, I gladly suffer
for You, for You alone,
for You, who are never far from me,
You will give me strength!
O turn Your gaze so mildly
upon me, poor sick one,
You are the one who stills my longing,
who give peace and rest.

O, when You graciously bless
the devout band of worshippers,
then bless, little Jesus, me too,
who am far from the altar.
Yes, bless me, who trust in You,
who give You everything,
who in faith behold You in spirit
and who love You forever!

Amen.

If all the angels, all the geniuses of the world had studied what would help in this or that situation, e.g. this sacrifice, that temptation, that suffering, they could have found nothing better that would have been more fitting for you. So has God’s eternal wisdom studied from eternity to give you this cross from His Heart as His most precious gift.

He examined this cross with His all-knowing eye before sending it to you, pondered it with His divine intellect, tested it with His wise justice and warmed and weighed it with loving mercy with His both hands, whether it was not a millimeter too big and a milligram too heavy. Then He blessed it with His holy name, anointed it with His grace, perfumed it with His comfort, looked at you and your courage with new life, and so it comes straight from heaven as a greeting from God, as an alms of the merciful love of your God.

The crosses we erect for ourselves, or choose for ourselves, are always somewhat adorned; for there is something of our own self in them and therefore they crucify us less. Perfection, this crowning achievement in the life of virtue, will thus consist in joyfully taking upon oneself those crosses that are laid upon one without one’s own doing.

(St. Francis de Sales)

O Divine Child Jesus!
Out of love for us You condescended to take on human nature and to hide the splendor of Your Godhead under the form of a weak child. O how great and lovable You are in Your humiliation!
Full of trust I come to You, O dear Child Jesus. Through countless acts of grace You have revealed Your good pleasure in the veneration of Your holy childhood in this image. I beg You, through Your Mother Mary, who is also mine, have mercy on me, forgive me my sins, let me become ever more like You through purity of heart, humility and obedience. O come to my aid, almighty Child Jesus, especially in this intention...

Protect also the young, whom You love in a special way, yet who are exposed to such great dangers.

O Grace-Filled Child Jesus,
I commend to You also all my loved ones, Your holy Church and our homeland.

Amen.

Wondrous Child of Grace,
tell me how I should live.
To repay You, O little Child,
for Your love through time and worlds.

Wondrous Child of Grace,
tell me how I should give thanks
for the graces, for the gifts
that refresh my body and soul.

Wondrous Child of Grace,
tell me how I should ask
to touch Your Father’s heart,
to discern His will.

Wondrous Child of Grace,
tell me how I should learn
not to break beneath the cross,
to echo Your “Fiat.”

Wondrous Child of Grace,
tell me how I should love;
my soul is still so dry,
and so near the threshold of death.

Wondrous Child of Grace,
when I must depart, reach me
Your dear little hands,
and lead me to a blessed end!

We hasten here quickly
because you are the refuge and home
of the little Grace-Filled Child!

He reigns on a golden altar
and looks down with goodness
and hears faithfully year after year
many petitions, thanks and songs.

And when we are sorely in need
and no hope remained,
then the Loreto Child helps us
with God’s power and love!

The prayers are taken from the booklet The Grace-Filled Loreto Child of Salzburg, Imprimatur: Ordinariate of Salzburg, No. 918/92, October 29, 1992.