Lord Jesus Christ, Source of all health
and all healing, be with me this day and
always as I go about among your sick
committed to my care. Place your own
wounded hand upon my head that all my
strength may come from you and be used
for your glory. Let me find you in all the
bruised and hurt whose injuries I mend.
Let me serve you in those to whom I bring
solace and hope. Give my weariness and
the sufferings of all my patients a place in
your passion so that we will fill up-whatever
is lacking in the pain by which you have
sanctified the world and saved our souls.
Isila Do not let the human in me spoil the
divine work that is mine to do. Keep me
silent when I would speak without patience
or pity. Hold back my hand when I would
do whatever is against your will. Be with
me in all dealings with those whose bodies
I tend, that I may touch their very souls
with love for you and save my own soul
by the love that I give them. And, Lord
Jesus, when finally my round of duties is                                                                                                                                            done and the hour of my own death shall
come, grant me a place among your angels
and saints in your kingdom.