Loving and tender providence of my God,
into your hands I commend my spirit;
to you I abandon my hopes and fears,
my desires and repugnancies,
my temporal and eternal prospects.
To you I commit the wants of my perishable body;
to you I commit the more precious interests
of my immortal soul
for whose lot I have nothing to fear
as long as I do not leave your care.
Though my faults are many,
my misery great,
my spiritual poverty extreme,
my hope in you surpasses all.
It is superior to my weakness,
greater than my difficulties
stronger than death.
Though temptations should assail me,
I will hope in you;
though I break my resolutions,
I will look to you confidently
for grace to keep them at last.
Though you should ask me to die,
even then I will trust in you,
for you are my Father, my God,
the support of my salvation.
You are my kind, compassionate and indulgent parent,
and I am your devoted son,
who casts myself into your arms and begs your blessing.
I put my trust in you,
and so trusting, shall not be confounded. Amen.
St. Claude de la Colombière, 1641-1682, French Jesuit priest and ascetic
When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.
In God, whose word I praise—
in God I trust and am not afraid.
What can mere mortals do to me?