Heart of Jesus, source of all consolation, have mercy on us ...
Like a wounded child flees
to his mother's arms,
I flee, my lord, unto you.
Hold me tight.
Hold me tight,
In your embrace
all things are right.
I hide in your wounds, Lord,
in perfect peace,
with perfect protection.
Hold me close.
Hold me close.
These moments with you
matter the most.
You heal me with a touch
and send me forth--
but stay at my side.
Abide with me.
Abide with me.
There is no life
outside of Thee.
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