Tu es Christus, pater meus sanctus, Deus meus pius, rex meus magnus, pastor meus bonus, magister meus unus, adiutor meus optimus, dilectus meus pulcherrimus, panis meus vivus, sacerdos meus in aeternum, dux meus ad patriam, lux mea vera, dulcedo mea sancta, via mea recta, sapientia mea praeclara, simplicitas mea pura, concordia mea pacifica, custodia mea tota, portio mea bona, salus mea sempiterna.
You are the Christ, my holy Father, my loving God, my great King, my good Shepherd, my one Master, my best Helper, my most beautiful Beloved, my living Bread, my Priest for ever, my Guide to the homeland, my true Light, my holy Sweetness, my straight Way, my radiant Wisdom, my pure Simplicity, my peaceful Concord, my whole Protection, my good Portion, my everlasting Salvation.
Christe Iesu, amabilis Domine, cur amavi, quare concupivi in tota vita mea quidquam praeter te, Iesum Deum meum? Ubi eram, quando tecum in mente non eram? Iam ex hoc nunc, omnia desideria mea, incalescite et effluite in Dominum Iesum; currite, satis hactenus tardastis; properate quo pergitis; quaerite quem quaeritis.
Christ Jesus, lovable Lord, why have I loved, why have I desired, in all my life, anything but you, Jesus my God? Where was I when I was not with you in my mind? From this moment on, all my desires, grow warm and flow out towards the Lord Jesus; run, you have delayed long enough; hasten to where you are going; seek the one you are seeking.
Iesu, qui non amat te, anathema sit; qui te non amat, amaritudinibus repleatur. O dulcis Iesu, te amet, in te delectetur, te admiretur omnis sensus bonus, tuae conveniens laudi. Deus cordis mei et pars mea, Christe Iesu, deficiat cor meum spiritu suo, et vivas tu in me, et concalescat in spiritu meo vivus carbo amoris tui, et excrescat in ignem perfectum; ardeat iugiter in ara cordis mei, ferveat in medullis meis, flagret in absconditis animae meae; in die consummationis meae consummatus inveniar apud te.
Jesus, let whoever does not love you be anathema; let whoever does not love you be filled with bitterness. O sweet Jesus, may every good affection, fit for your praise, love you, delight in you, marvel at you. God of my heart and my portion, Christ Jesus, let my heart faint in its own spirit, and do you live in me; let the living coal of your love kindle in my spirit and grow into a perfect fire; let it burn without ceasing on the altar of my heart, glow in my inmost being, blaze in the hidden depths of my soul; and on the day of my consummation may I be found consummated with you.
Amen.
SourceAttributed to Saint Augustine (medieval Soliloquies); quoted by Montfort in the Treatise, n. 67 · "You are the Christ, my holy Father" — the prayer Montfort gives at the start of the Treatise