The Holy Hour: or The Intimate Union of the Soul with Jesus in His Agony in the Garden

The Holy Hour: or The Intimate Union of the Soul with Jesus in His Agony in the Garden

Could you not watch one hour with Me? THE little volume which is here presented to the public has little need of preface. The title will be sufficient to attract those who have ever meditated upon that terrible hour during which the Son of God endured pangs which His enemies had not the power to inflict on Him. It will be grateful to all who sympathise with the most afflicted Heart of Jesus in the hour of Its most bitter agony. And if this little book falls into the hands of any who have never seriously meditated on this wonderful mystery, let them only read with a devout mind the first of these considerations; they will scarcely fail to follow them to the end, and will Draw water with joy out of the Saviour's fountain. The well is indeed deep, and the heedless passer-by may not see how to reach its depths, and may ask with the Samaritan woman, From whence then hast Thou living water? This was the question of one who, as we are told, had no commerce with the people of God. But it is otherwise with those who know, and seek to partake of this sacred fountain. The well is the Heart of Jesus, ever overflowing for those who approach It with a contrite heart, and full of the thise with Its sufferings, and endeavour to repair Its griefs. Whoever, therefore, meditates devoutly on the Agony of the Heart of our Divine Lord has wherewith to draw this living water, and will partake in fulness of the promises of our Divine Master: He that shall drink of the water that I shall give him shall not thirst for ever, but the water that I shall give him shall become in him a fountain of water springing up unto everlasting life.