HOW BENEVOLENCE MAKES US CALL ALL CREATURES TO THE PRAISE OF GOD.
THE heart that is taken and pressed with a desire of praising
the divine goodness more than it is able, after many endeavours
goes oftentimes out of itself, to invite all creatures to help it in
its design. As did the three children in the furnace, in that
admirable canticle of benedictions, by which they excite all
that is in heaven, on earth and under the earth, to render
thanks to the eternal God, by blessing and praising him
sovereignly. So the glorious Psalmist, quite mastered by holily
disordered passion moving him to praise God, goes without
order, leaping from heaven to earth, and from earth to heaven
again, invoking angels, fishes, mountains, waters, dragons,
birds, serpents, fire, hail, mists, assembling by his desires
So the great S. Francis sang the canticle of the sun, and a
hundred other excellent benedictions, to invoke creatures to
help his heart, all fainting because he could not satisfy himself
in the praises of the dear Saviour of his soul. So the heavenly
spouse perceiving herself almost to faint away amid the violent
efforts she made to bless and magnify the well-beloved king of
her heart, Ah! she cried out to her companions, this divine
spouse has led me by contemplation into his wine-cellar,
making me taste the incomparable delights of the perfections of his
excellence, and I have so steeped and holily inebriated myself in
the holy complacency which I have taken in this abyss of beauty,
that my soul languishes, wounded with a lovingly mortal desire,
which urges me everlastingly to praise so exalted a goodness.
Ah! come, I beseech you, to the assistance of my poor heart,
which is upon the point of falling down dead. For pity sustain
it, and stay me up with flowers; strengthen me and compass me about with apples, or I fall lifeless. Complacency draws the
divine sweetnesses into her heart, which so ardently fills itself
therewith that it is overcharged. But the love of benevolence
makes our heart pass out of itself, and exhale itself in vapours
of delicious perfumes, that is, in all kinds of holy praises. And
It is this divine passion that brings forth so many discourses, sends through all hazards a Xavier, a Berz�e, an Anthony, that multitude of Jesuits, Capuchins, and religious and ecclesiastics of all kinds, to the Indies, Japan, Maranon, that the holy name of Jesus may be known, acknowledged, and adored throughout those immense nations. It is this holy passion which causes so many books of piety to be written, so many churches, altars, pious houses to be erected, and in a word which makes many of God's servants watch, labour, and die amid the flames of zeal which consume and spend them.