Greeting of the Sick to the Child Jesus

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
by 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,
it is You who still 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.