"Today bring to Me souls who have become lukewarm, and immerse
them in the abyss of My mercy. These souls wound My Heart most
painfully. My soul suffered the most dreadful loathing in the Garden
of Olives because of lukewarm souls. They were the reason I cried
out: 'Father, take this cup away from Me, if it be Your will.' For
them, the last hope of salvation is to flee to My Mercy."
Most compassionate Jesus, You are Compassion Itself.
I bring lukewarm souls into the abode of Your Most Compassionate Heart.
In this fire of Your pure love let these tepid souls,
who, like corpses, filled You with such deep loathing,
be once again set aflame.
O Most Compassionate Jesus,
exercise the omnipotence of Your mercy
and draw them into the very ardor of Your love,
and bestow upon them the gift of Holy Love,
for nothing is beyond Your power.
Eternal Father, turn Your merciful gaze upon lukewarm souls,
who are nonetheless enfolded in the Most Compassionate Heart of Jesus.
Father of Mercy, I beg You by the bitter Passion of Your Son
and by His three-hour agony on the Cross:
let them, too, glorify the abyss of Your Mercy.
Now continue with the Chaplet of Divine Mercy.