Act of Confidence

My soul,

dilate thy heart;

thy Jesus can give thee every good gift;

He loves thee ardently.

Hope, then,

for great favours from this Lord,

Who, through an impulse of love,

comes to thee all love.

Yes, my Jesus, my hope,

I trust in Thy goodness,

that in giving Thyself to me this morning,

Thou wilt kindle in my poor soul

the flames of Thy pure love,

and of an ardent desire to please Thee,

that, from this day forward,

I may wish only what Thou wishest.