ginning with God. All things were made by him, and without him was made nothing that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men; and the light shineth in darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it. There was a man sent from God, whose name was John. This man came for a witness, to give testimony of the light, that all men might believe through him. He was not the light, but was to give testimony of the light That was the true light, which enlighteneth every man that cometh into this world. He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not. He came unto his own, and his own received him not. But as many as received him, he gave them power to be made the sons of God, to those who believe in his name. Who are born not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God. AND THE WORD WAS MADE

na colna, ná ó toil fir, act ó Ỏia. agus do rignead feoil de'N Briatar, agus do cómnuig se ead, rainne, agus concamar concamar a glóirsean, mar glóir Éingeine an Atar, Lán de grása agus d'firinne. Buideacar le Dia. Amen.

urnuige naoṁ ignatius.

A Anam Críost, naoṁuiġ me.
A Coire Críost, slánuig me.
A Fuil Críost, meisgig me.
A uisge taoibe Críost, nig me.
A Páis Críost, neartuig me.
A 1osa mait, éist liom ;

Ad' Creuċtaib sa, foluiġ me ;
Ná léig dam sgarad Leat;

Air an námaid nimneac, cumduiġ me;
Air uair mo Báis, goir me,

Agus aitin dam teaċt ċugat.
1onnor go molfainn tu mar aon

Led' naomaib,

Tré saoġal na saogal. Amen.

FLESH, and dwelt amongst us and we saw his glory, the glory, as it were, of the only-begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth.

R. Thanks be to God.

PRAYER OF ST. IGNATIUS.

Soul of Christ, sanctify me.
Body of Christ, save me.
Blood of Christ, inebriate me.
Water out of the side of Christ

wash me.

Passion of Christ, strengthen me.
O good Jesus, hear me ;

Hide me within thy wounds; Suffer me not to be separated from thee;

Defend me from the malignant enemy;

Call me at the hour of my death; And bid me come to thee, That with thy saints I may praise thee

For all eternity. Amen.

H

seaċt sailm na h-aitrige.

Dia Doṁnaiġ.

salm 6.

A Tiġearna, ná h-imdearg me in do ċúċaċ, agus ná smaċtuiġ me in d'feirg.

Déan trócaire orm, a Tiġearña, óir táim Lag: Léiġis me, a Tiġeajina, óir tá mo čnáṁa buaidearta.

Agus tá m'anam buaidearċa go ró-mór: aċt tusa, a Tiġearna, cá fad? 1ompuig, a Tiġearna, saor m'anam : slánuig me air son do trócaire.

Óir ins an m-bás, ní b-fuil aon neac cuimneaċ ort: agus cia 210eomas duit in ipjonn?

Do saotruigeas in mo ċneadaċ, nigfead mo leaba gaċ ordċe: fliuċfad m'iomduig Lem' deoraib. ·

Tá mo rúil buaidearċa tré čúċaċ : do cuadas in aois i measg mo náṁad uile.

THE SEVEN PENITENTIAL

PSALMS.

SUNDAY.

Psalm 6.

O Lord, rebuke me not in thy fury, nor chastise me in thy anger.

Have mercy on me, O Lord, because I am weak heal me, O Lord, for all my bones are troubled.

And my soul is troubled exceedingly; but thou, O Lord, how long?

Turn, O Lord, and deliver my soul, save me for thy mercy's sake. Because there is none amongst the dead who is mindful of thee : and who shall confess to thee in hell ?

I have laboured with groaning, every night I will wash my bed; I will water my couch with tears.

Mine eyes are troubled through fury; I have waxed old amongst all my enemies.