Oh!  Answer Me, what more can I do after Calvary and  the Tabernacle, what can I do more, what invention, what miracle to make you more intimately Mine in this Sacrament of My Love?  I have exhausted My treasures, My tears, and My tenderness to prove to you by palpable evidence the Divine folly of My love, and . . . those who understand are indeed few; fewer still are those who are absorbed by the thought of this mystery . . . So many are madly in love with the world and its fatal vanities . . . so few are in love with My Altar!
    After this Feast of My Kingship, after your hymns and your applause, come to My Holy Table to prove that I am really your King of Love!  You have invited the choirs of Angels to unite with you in blessing, praising and exalting My Divine Kingship . . . But are you convinced that one Holy communion, especially a very fervent Holy Communion, gives Me much more glory than their Heavenly concert? . . . O, come, I hunger for our peace, . . . I long to consume you, to be in turn consumed by your hearts.  Make Me Reign through the Holy Eucharist.

    If the beautiful Feast of Christ the King does not sensibly increase Eucharistic fervor, it will be but a passing novelty--touching indeed, but without serious and lasting effects in souls and families.  The applause will die away and next day the mighty King will be despoiled of His Crown and Scepter, leaving Him a mock throne and the dungeon of Holy Thursday . . . But, thanks to His apostles, this will not happen to our King of Love!  Promise Him this at once with your whole heart.
    Souls:  Thou art often called the lonely King, the condemned King of the Tabernacle, O Jesus!  Alas!  The truth in this title brands us with the blackest ingratitude . . . Yes, Lord, Thou hast been forsaken, Thou wilt be so no longer . . . Thy true title will be King of Love, because Thou art not only very loving, but also much loved.  Deign to listen, Jesus in the Holy Eucharist, to the expression of our sorrow, our loving reparation,and the promise of our fervor in the future.
    King, lonely and forsaken, in great and beautiful Churches, with what grief, Jesus, Thou dost see the endless procession of sightseers, going to and fro, unmindful of Thy Real Presence, while they admire marbles, sculptures, architectural lines and recall historical memories.  They do not bestow a glance, much less a prayer, on the silent Prisoner of the Tabernacle . . . Oh, how lonely, how very lonely, thou art, Jesus!  And how cold it must be around Thee in these edifices which are masterpieces of art!  We adore Thee, we proclaim Thee King of Love in them, in reparation for this abandonment.

    King, lonely and forsaken in so many of the Churches of great cities, with what sadness Thou dost contemplate from the Tabernacle eager crowds milling round rich stores--crowds that devote the morning to business and the evening to dangerous, worldly amusements--above all, alas!  to sinful pleasures!  Oh!  how lonely, how very lonely Thou art, Jesus, and how cold it must be around Thee in these Churches, almost empty on week days.  We adore Thee, we proclaim Thee King of Love in them, in reparation for this abandonment!

    King, solitary and forsaken, Thou dost live forgotten in the Churches of huge commercial cities, populous and wealthy, occupied with the ever-increasing rush of business.  While the small minority of Thy children render Thee the Homage of Faith exacted by the Church of Catholics, the vast majority, alas!  allow themselves to be absorbed and overrun by temporal interests.  Oh!  how lonely Thou art, Jesus, and how cold, how very cold it must be around Thee in those Churches where a small Tabernacle and Ciborium suffice, because few approach the Holy Table impelled by love . . . We adore Thee, we proclaim Thee King of Love in such Churches in reparation for this abandonment!

    King, solitary and forsaken, in many Churches of small country districts, too often slumbering in the lethargy of profound Religious ignorance, Thou dost look with distress on those vegetating souls who are satisfied with their earthly existence and live in the torpor of death.
    The Church is small, yet it is too large even on feast days.  Formerly it was a center of Parish Life and radiated fervor, but today it has lost its meaning for the villagers . . . O!  how lonely, how very lonely, Thou art, Jesus, and how cold it is around Thee in those country Churches, where the Sanctuary Lamp, with sad and dying flame, is the Symbol of waning faith and of love already extinct . . . We adore Thee, we proclaim Thee King of Love in such Churches in reparation for this abandonment!

    King, solitary and forsaken, in the numerous Churches of those demoralized populations which have been dechristianzed by impious, secular education, Thou dost see the people become more and more distrustful of the Church and filled with hatred of everything that savors of Religion.  How few men, Lord, dare to hear Mass timidly on Sunday and make their Easter duty!  Alas!  they die quietly without thinking of sending for a Priest . . . Oh! how lonely, how very lonely, Thou art, Jesus, and how cold it is around Thee in the Churches of populations who live and die far from Thee, and who seem even to bear a grudge against their God and Savior . . . poor Churches where the administration of the Sacraments--Baptism, as well as Matrimony and the Holy Eucharist--becomes rarer and rarer! . . . We adore Thee, we acclaim Thee in them, King of Love, in reparation for this abandonment.

    In order to make up to Thee, Lord Jesus, and to console Thee for the guilty abandonment of those who, while still acknowledging Thee in the bottom of their hearts as their King, offend and Crucify Thee by disobeying Thy Laws, we consider it a privilege to say to Thee, with great enthusiasm, interpreting the intention of Thy Vicar on earth:  Hail, King of Glory, publicly acclaimed in the Solemn meetings of International Eucharistic Congresses, borne as a Conqueror beneath triumphal arches, amid the applause and ardent prayers of thousands of Thy subjects, adored, blessed, praised a thousand times in the sincere spontaneous enthusiasm of these great Eucharistic gatherings; Oh! enkindle, Jesus, the flame of these marvelous Congresses; and, at their close, when Thou dost pass in triumph through avenues and public squares, bless the crowds and tell them that Thou art indeed their King and wish to be honored as such, especially in the Sacrament of Thy Love.

    King of the Universe, Eucharistic devotions in a wonderful diversity of forms and a providential variety of shades, radiating the Love of Thy Sacred Heart, are already numerous and spread abroad the knowledge of God's greatest gift to man, the Holy Eucharist!  Thanks, thanks, Blessed Lord, but if possible multiply yet more these works full of redeeming power, and make them, by their vitality, a fiery net to catch souls capable of making Thee still better known and loved, even as moths are attracted by a candle flame.  O!  In these Eucharistic works, as in so many fiery chariots, drive through the ungrateful world, telling people in all lands that Thou art their King and wish to be honored as such, especially in the Sacrament of Thy Love!

    King of the world, through Thine infinite mercy Congregations and Religious Orders devoted to reparation and to adoration of the Blessed Sacrament are innumerable.  We thank Thee for this inestimable benefit.  These Orders are a rock upon which Thy Throne rests here below . . . We beseech Thee, O Jesus, that all Communities that practice reparation may be worthyof their sublime vocation by their fervor and interior life, and that by an increase of generous love they may themselves be the most Divine of reparations; and finally that by the overflow of their love and zeal, they may cause Thee to be loved even unto folly in the adorable Eucharist.  O!  Through them speak to the nations, telling them in winning and persuasive words that Thou art their King and wish to be honored as such, especially in the Sacrament of Thy Love!

    King of the world, at any cost, Thy love must become new blood, a fiery sap to rejuvenate modern society which Thou wishest to recast in the crucible of Thine Adorable Heart . . . to this end we must have families devoted to the Holy Eucharist; give them to us!  Help us, if necessary, by a miracle; help us to turn the hearts of parents and children towards Thine Adorable Flesh and Blood, that Thou mayest become their soul, their life, the living Tradition of their homes, O Jesus!  Thou knowest, Dear Lord, that this is the infallible secret of Thy Social Reign!  These families already exist, here and there, nurseries of a  new Eucharistic society.  Deign to multiply them, O Jesus, and through these Bethanies may it resound from pole to pole that Thou art Our King and that Thou wishest to be honored as King, especially in the Sacrament of Thy Love!

    We have declared in the preceding prayer that the family conquered by Our Lord, and imbued with His Spirit, is the foundation of the Social Reign of the Heart of Jesus.  Indeed, it was by a family plebiscite, by the enthronement of the King of Love in the family circle, that the Catholic world was prepared for the Feast of Christ the King.  It was because many thousands of families had accepted the Enthronement and had actually set the King with honor on the living Throne of the family--the origin and cell of society and the nation--that the Holy Father proclaimed Christ King throughout the universe within twenty years.
    In consequence, before the end of this Holy Hour, let us implore God in intense and earnest prayer that these families of the King of Love may speedily bring about His victory in society and in our country.
    Souls:  King and Creator, King and Savior of Nazareth, King and Friend of Bethany, it is necessary, it is urgent that Thou shouldst Reign; that families be animated by Thy Spirit so that they may become living tabernacles, sacred tents in which Thou dwellest in our midst in this desert . . . Thou knowest, good Master, with what eagerness and zeal Thine apostles strive to transform these homes, whether rich or poor, into real Bethanies for Thine Adorable Heart.  With the assistance of Thy Grace and Thy mercy the great work has gone forward, and considerable ground has been won for Thee, in spite of resistance; Thy Heart has done all the work, may It be blessed and glorified a thousandfold.  And now listen to us, Adorable King.
    By the tears of Mary, our Immaculate Queen, by the piercing anguish of this Mother of Sorrows, by her secret martyrdom of love, Reign, O King of Love, in those families, alas!  so numerous, who are Catholic by Baptism and hold to a few Religious practices, but lead futile, unreal lives, and seek their happiness far from Thy Heart . . . Those families are unhappy, profoundly unhappy . . . Having forsaken the Spirit of the Gospel and forgotten Thy Law, they trust in wealth and worldly vanity rather than in Thy Divine fidelity . . . Wean them from the world!  Through Mary Immaculate, save them in Thine Adorable Heart!

    By the tears of Mary, the Immaculate Queen, by the piercing anguish of this Mother of Sorrows, by her secret martyrdom of love, Reign, O King of Love, in those families, who, while keeping the Catholic faith, fear Thee and look upon Thee as a severe Master; they serve Thee like slaves rather than children, trembling and groaning beneath Thy yoke.  They do not love Thee dearly; they do not trust Thy Heart; they consider tender piety, Eucharistic fervor and intimacy with Thee, exaggeration of fancy . . . Lord, have compassion on these families that have never enjoyed the sunshine of Thy Heart, warm them with the fire of Thy Love, and through Mary Immaculate, save them in Thine Adorable Heart!

    By the tears of Mary, Our Immaculate Queen, by the piercing anguish of this Mother of Sorrows, by her secret martyrdom of love, Reign, O King of Love, in those households where a sinner, a dying soul lies--perhaps he is already dead to Thy Grace.  He is a Lazarus, but a Lazarus who fears to rise, a Lazarus afraid of Thy mercy, who feels quite comfortable in his tomb . . . He says he lives at peace and is respected without frequenting the Sacraments; that he can pray to God in secret without the intervention of the Church; that he can even die in peace without a Priest . . . Jesus, he is in need of a great miracle, and we beseech Thee to perform it in Thy unbounded mercy . . . Prove again that Thou art Jesus, and, through Mary Immaculate, save us in Thine Adorable Heart!

    By the tears of Mary, Our Immaculate Queen, by the piercing anguish of this Mother of Sorrows, by her secret martyrdom of love, Reign, O King of Love, in those families who are afflicted with a heavy cross, and who drag it without hope or love, instead of kissing it with gratitude.  Take compassion, Jesus, good Jesus, on the households tried by moral suffering, disunion of bereavement . . . How often to these trials is added sickness, want of means, or even acute distress, especially if the family is large and the children suffer from hunger and cold, while the parents are unable to relieve them . . . They weep in silence . . . Enter these homes, tender Master, and abide there in the exquisite delicacy of Thy Heart, with Thy smile and Thy words of sympathy and hope . . . They are waiting for Thee; extend Thine Arms to them.  And through Mary Immaculate, save them in Thine Adorable Heart!

    By the tears of Mary, Our Immaculate Queen, by the piercing anguish of this Mother of Sorrows, by her secret martyrdom of love, Reign, O King of Love, in those families who are wholly Thine and seek no other glory but that of loving, serving, and possessing Thee . . .
    How fair in Thine Eyes, Dear Master, are these families where Thou dost find rest, where Thou dost feel at home, where each heart is an oasis of reparation for Thee, their King, in exile everywhere else . . . These families are Thy diadem, and, in spite of ievitable crosses, Thou art their anticipated Heaven . . . Bless still more these homes whose only law is to love Thee and to do Thy Holy Will alwaya and in all things, and who long to suffer for Thee and offer Thee souls . . . Lavish Thy favors on them, multiply these happy Bethanies, and through Mary Immaculate, save them in Thine Adorable Heart!

    Jesus, King and Creator, King and Friend of Bethany, by enthroning Thee in our homes with honor and solemnity we have voted publicly and socially for the Feast of Christ the King, by recognizing it in an eloquent and spontaneous manner; allow us to vote once more, and to exact by gentle violence that Thy rights be also recognized by the great commonwealth, our country and nation, as well as by its small units of families . . . Thou art, O Jesus, the King of all nations . . . In consequence we must bring it about that Thou wilt become once more the King of this land, which must be conquered by Thy Heart and won over to Thy Spirit.
    This is why, O Jesus, in presence of the Immaculate Queen and of the Angels, adoring Thee in this Sacred Heart, in the presence of Heaven and also of the ungrateful and rebellious earth, we acknowledge Thee, O Jesus, as our only Lord and Master, the only source of authority, of virtue, of justice and of beauty . . .
    This is why, kneeling at Thy Feet, in the spirit of social reparation, we protest: We recognize no social order without God or opposed to God.  Thou art the Founder of all social order, O Jesus!

    We recognize no law of progress without God or opposed to God; Thine is the Law of true progress, O Jesus!

    We recognize no Utopias of civilization without God or opposed to God; Thy Gospel is the principle of civilization, O Jesus!

    We recoganize no justice without God or opposed to God.  Thou art the substantial Justice, O Jesus!

    We recoganize no brotherhood without God or opposed to God; Thine is the true brotherhood, O Jesus!

    We recognize no truth without God or opposed to God.  Thou art substantial Truth, O Jesus!

    We recognize no love without God or opposed to God.  Thou art uncreated Love, O Jesus!

    It is impossible to emphasize too strongly the Holy Father's idea in instituting the Feast of Christ the King!  There must be no mistake; it does not merely restate what has already been declared--that Jesus is the King of souls and conscience; we must everywhere insist, more than ever in our day--that He is likewise, whether we like it or not, the King of Majesty, the Supreme Lawgiver and Master of human society and of rulers, no matter who they may be.  Without Him or in opposition to Him no laws and no public or private rights exist--hence, all anti-christian legislation is impious and null, for one cannot conceive of a law which is in contradiction to the Author of society and the Master of the whole human race.
    Iniquitous lawgivers and rulers but emulate the crime of Pilate, heightened by high treason, a sin of divine lese majeste--But let us express our feelings and voice our patriotism in prayer for our country.
    Souls:  Lord Jesus, in concluding this Holy Hour, a solemn homage to Thy Divine Kingship, we wish by our faith and prayers, this evening to evoke the name and presence of the great kings whose heroic faith in the midst of court life and on the throne, undoubtedly prepared in former centuries for the liturgical feast of Thy Divine Kingship . . .
    O! Send them forth; let these holy kings surround the Eucharistic Throne that, here below, where these crowned heads waged the great battle of virtue they may join us in honoring the power of Thy merciful scepter, and the wisdom, beauty, and extent of Thy Social Reign.
    Descend then from Paradise, holy kings of the Church!  Hasten from your thrones in Heaven to bring, like the Magi, to this God annihilated in the Sacred Host, the homage of your praise, your adoration, and your love.

                Through St. Edward,
                Through St. Casimir,
                Through St. Canute,
                Through St. Henry,
                Through St. Stephen,
                Through St. Wenceslaus,                                 (All repeat)
                Through St. Hermenegild,                          O Christ, King of
                Through St. Ferdinand,                              Kings, save our
                Through St. Louis,                                      country!
                Through St. Clotilde,
                Through St. Radegundes,
                Through St. Bathildes,
                Through St. Elizabeth,
                Through St. Margaret,

    And thou, Queen of earth and Empress of Heaven, Immaculate Virgin, God's well-Beloved, the dawn which goes before the noontide glory, the victory of the King of Kings, Virgin thrice Holy, Mary, Help of Christians!  Prepare our salvation,  O!  prepare the ways of the Lord Jesus! . . . That through thee, Immaculate Queen of Lourdes and Fatima, most glorious and most humble Queen of Loretto, through thee, Queen of the Church, the Sun of Truth and Justice, thy Jesus may inspire public institutions and laws of the state.  Obtain, O Mary, that our country may one day become the prop of the immortal throne of Christ, the King!

    Souls:  Draw near, most sweet Master, and here in the midst of Thy children receive from their hands the diadem which those who are mere dust and call themelves all-powerful wish to snatch from Thee, because in the abasement of Thy humility they imagine that they can insult Thee from their lofty position!
    Advance in triumph through this fervent meeting of Thy brethren.  Do not hide the Wounds in Thy Hands and Thy Feet . . . Do not adorn Thy Head already embellished with the royal purple of Thy Blood . . . Above all, do not close the deep Wound of Thy Side, but open it wide.  And thus, bloody King, clad in love's purple and the tunic of opprobrium . . . not transfigured, Jesus, but as Thou wert on the frightful night of Holy Thursday and the Ecce Homo of Good Friday, present Thyself to the eyes of our faith.  Come to receive the Hosannas of Thy Guard of Honor, keeping vigil for the glory of the Heart of Jesus, its King!

    Kings and rulers may trample the tables ofThy Law underfoot in their fury -- but while they hurl from their thrones into the oblivion of the tomb, we, Thy subjects, will continue to pray:

    Lawgivers may say that Thy Gospel is out of date, and that it is their duty to abolish it in behalf of progress, but, while they sink into the oblivion of the tomb, we, Thy adorers, will continue to pray:

    The proud, the hardhearted rich, the worldings may decree that Thy ethics belong to a by-gone age, and that Thy demands destroy liberty of conscience; . . . but while they mingle their dust in the darkness and oblivion of the tomb, we, Thy children, will continue to pray:

    Ambitious seekers after honor and wealth, who lead the peoples astray with their false ideas of greatness and deceitful liberty, will strike against the Rock of Calvary and Thy Church; . . . and, while ground to powder they sink into the oblivion of the tomb, we, Thine apostles, will continue to pray:

    The heralds of a materialistic civilization, estranged from God and opposed to His Gospel, will die one day, poisoned by their own false doctrines; . . . and while they go down into the tomb of oblivion, cursed by their own children, we, Thy consolers, will continue ot pray:

    The Pharisees, the haughty, the libertines will grow old, plotting the destruction of Thy Church, and sink, defeated, into eternal oblivion; . . .But we, Thy redeemed, will continue to pray:

    Yes, Hail to the Immortal King! . . . While Lucifer, the angel of darkness, driven out of the home, the school, and society, is cast headlong, forever chained, into the bottomless pit, we, Thy friends, will continue to pray throughout eternity:

    May He Reign in the triumph of the Holy Eucharist and of His Church!  May His Sacred Heart Reign forever!

    Now, before we bid Thee good night this evening, brighter than the highest dawn, deign to accept, O King of Glory, Beloved Jesus, one last ovation from Thy Guard of Honor: Hail, royal Crown of Thorns of my God and my King!

    Hail, Scepter of a reed, Scepter of my God and my King!

    Hail, mantle of royal purple, purpled with the Blood of my God and my King!

    Hail, Holy Cross, bloody throne of my God and my King!

    Let us repeat five times, in Honor of the Five Wounds, in the name and behalf of our country, as a supreme homage of loving repration and of social adoration:  Sacred Heart of Jesus, may Thy Kingdom come!

    O sweet Savior and Redeemer of mankind, Jesus Christ, Who in the impenetrable designs of Thine Infinite Wisdom bearest with the audacity of the impious and sufferest the violence of the wicked, reserving to Thyself the sovereign right of judging the impious man and his perverse works, turn Thy merciful regard upon Thy children, who in the blindness of their hearts have turned from Thee in rebellion.  With the eyes of a Father, and with the power of the sovereign King of the universe, stretch forth Thy Hand to bless and regenerate modern society, which is rebelliously turning its back upon thee, the King of kings and Lord of lords.  Be moved to compassion, for Thy people, whom thou hast purchased with Thy Blood, regenerated with Thy grace, and exalted with Thy love.  Thou hast given them true liberty, Thou hast called them to the inheritance of Thy Father, Thou hast numbered them among Thy brethren; but in the delirium of their rebellion they have preferred the slavery of Satan, and live in abject misery, without joy, without hope.
    O My Lord Jesus Christ, King of Eternal Glory, Restorer of all things in Heaven and on earth, Supreme Omnipotence, Who with infinite wisdom reunitest at Thy Feet things scattered and dispersed; enlighten the kings of the earth, the rulers of nations; instill Thy spirit into all civil institutions, into every form of government, into laws and armies; grant that all the powers of earth may recognize in Thee the majesty of the Eternal God, the source from which all authority is derived; illuminate the nations that they may understand that Thou art the origin of rights and duties, that it is through Thee that the kings of the earth rule, and that it is to Thee that kings and people alike owe obedience.  O most Sweet Jesus Who hast deigned to descend into this valley of tears, and to dwell with us, suffering and dying for the salvation of us sinners, and Who in an excess of charity hast set up Thy abode in the midst of men, hidden under the sacramental Species, and Who in the fullness of the Godhead, corporeally present in our Tabernacles, makest Thy self the food and life of our souls; O, receive the humble but sincere and profound homage of our hearts, offered in reparation for the falling away of the rebellious.  We firmly believe in Thee and all that the faith infused into our hearts by the Holy Ghost has revealed to us about Thee.  We see in Thee the beginning and the end of all existing things; we adore Thee as the one true God; we wish to live only for Thee and in Thy service.  Do Thou, O Lord, save our brethren, reunite the scattered members of modern society gone astray, that we as brethren may together be one with Thee, as Thou art one with Thy Father in Heaven.  May Thy Will be done by all and in everything.  May Thy Majesty shine forth on the throne of Thy earthly dominion, and may, the world confess Thee to be the true Son of God, through Whom all things were created.  Amen.

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