PN 48



 (Canticle composed for a profession day)

"Put on the armor of God so that you may be able to stand firm against the tactics of the devil." (St. Paul) 

'The Spouse of the King is terrible as an army ranged in battle, she is like a choir of music in an armed camp." (Song of Songs)


1 I have put on the weapons of the All-Powerful.
His divine hand has deigned to adorn me.
Henceforth nothing causes me alarm.
Who can separate me from his love?
At his side, rushing into the arena,
I shall fear neither sword nor fire.
My enemies will know that I am queen,
That I am the spouse of a God!
O my Jesus! I shall keep the armor
That I put on under your adored eyes.
Up to the evening of life, my finest adornment
Will be my sacred Vows!
2 O Poverty, my first sacrifice
Even unto death, you will follow me everywhere,
For I know, to run into the arena
The Athlete must be detached from everything.
People of the world, taste remorse and sorrow,
Those bitter fruits of your vanity.
As for me, in the arena I joyously cut
The palms of Poverty.
Jesus said: "It is by violence
That one takes the kingdom of Heaven."
So! Poverty will serve as my Lance,
As my glorious Helmet.
3 Chastity makes me the sister of angels,
Of those pure, victorious Spirits.
 One day I hope to fly in their armies,
But during this exile I must fight like them.
I must fight with no rest or truce
For my Spouse, the Lord of hosts,
Chastity is the celestial sword
That can conquer hearts for him.
Chastity is my invincible armor.
My enemies are vanquished by it. 
By it I become, O inexpressible joy!
Jesus' Spouse!
4 The arrogant angel in the midst of light
Cried out: "I shall not obey!"
As for me, I cry out in the night of this life,
"Here below I always want to obey."
I sense springing up within me a holy audacity.
I face the fury of all hell.
Obedience is my strong Breastplate
And the Shield of my heart.
Lord God of Hosts, I want no other glory
Than to submit my will in everything.
Since the Obedient One will tell of his victories
For all Eternity.
5 If I have the powerful armor of the Warrior,
If I imitate him and fight bravely,
Like the Virgin of ravishing graces,
I also want to sing as I fight.
You make the strings of my lyre vibrate,
 And this lyre, O Jesus, is my heart!
Then I can sing of the strength and sweetness
Of your Mercies.
Smiling, I bravely face the fire.
And in your arms, O my Divine Spouse,
I shall die singing on the battlefield,
My Weapons in hand!...


© Washington Province of Discalced Carmelite Friars, Inc




My Weapons



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datation: March 25, 1897

addressee: Marie de l'Eucharistie (Marie Guérin)