I have been meditating this afternoon on some of the prayers of Blessed Charles, shortly before his martyrdom in 1648. They are eddifying. They can be found in the Eikon Basilike, Charles's memoirs and prayers.
Of related interest, Dcn. Lee Nelson has a post about the last of the Stuart heirs to the throne of England, who was a Roman Cardinal. He was Henry Benedict Maria Clement Thomas Francis Xavier Stuart. King Charles is also the Patron of this blog.
Holy Charles, pray for us.
Where thou dwellest, O King of Kings; who fillest Heaven and Earth, who art the fountaine of eternall life, in whom is no shadow of death.
Thou O God art both the just Afflicter of death upon us, and the mercifull Saviour of us in it, and from it.
Yea, it is better for us to be dead to our selves, and live in thee; than by living in our selves to be deprived of thee.
O make the many bitter aggravations of My death as a Man, and a King, the opportunities and advantages of thy speciall graces and comforts in My Soule, as a Christian.
If thou Lord wilt be with Me, I shall neither feare nor feel any evill, though I walke through the valley of the shadow of death.
To contend with death is the worke of a weake and mortall man; to overcome it, is the grace of thee alone, who art the Almighty and immortall God.
O My Saviour, who knowest what it is to die with Me, as a Man; make Me to know what it is to passe through death to life with thee My God.
Though I die, yet I know, that thou my Redeemer livest for ever: though thou slayest Me, yet thou hast incouraged me to trust in thee for eternall life.
O withdraw not thy favour from me, which is better than life.
O be not farre from me, for I know not how neer a violent and cruell death is to me.
As thy Omniscience, O God, discovers, so thy Omnipotence can defeat the designes of those who have, or shall conspire my destruction.
O shew me the goodnesse of thy will, through the wickednesse of theirs.
Thou givest me leave as a man to pray, that this cup may passe from me; but thou hast taught Me as a Christian by the example of Christ to adde, not My will, but thine be done.
Yea Lord, let»our wills be one, by wholly resolving mine into thine: let not the desire of life in me be so great, as that of doing or suffering thy will in either life or death.
As I believe thou hast forgiven all the errours of my life, so I hope thou wilt save me from the terrours of my death.
Make me content to leave the worlds nothing, that I may come really to enjoy all in thee, who hast made Christ unto me in life, gaine; and in death, advantage.
Though my Destroyers forget their duty to thee and me, yet doe not thou, O Lord, forget to be mercifull to them.
For, what profit is there in my bloud, or in their gaining my Kingdomes, if they lose their owne Soules?
Such as have not onely resisted my just Power, but wholly usurped and turned it against my self, though they may deserve, yet let them not receive to themselves damnation.
Thou madest thy Sonne a Saviour to many, that Crucified Him, while at once he suffered violently by them, and yet willingly for them.
O let the voice of his bloud be heard for My Murtherers, louder than the cry of mine against them.
Prepare them for thy mercy by due convictions of their sinne, and let them not at once deceive and damne their owne Soules by fallacious pretensions of Justice in destroying me, while the conscience of their unjust usurpation of power against me, chiefly tempts them to use all extremities against me.
O Lord, thou knowest I have found their mercies to me as very false, so very cruell; who pretending to preserve me, have meditated nothing but my ruine.
O deale not with them as bloud-thirsty and deceitfull men; but overcome their cruelty with thy compassion and my charity.
And when thou makest inquisition for My bloud, O sprinkle their polluted, yet penitent Soules with the bloud of thy Sonne, that thy destroying Angel may passe over them.
Though they think my Kingdomes on earth too
little to entertaine at once both them and me, yet let the capacious Kingdome of thy infinite mercy at last receive both me and my enemies.
When being reconciled to thee in the bloud of the same Redeemer, we shall live farre above these ambitious desires, which beget such mortall enmities.
When their hands shall be heaviest, and cruellest upon me, O let me fall into the armes of thy tender and eternall mercies.
That what is cut off of my life in this miserable moment, may be repaied in thy ever-blessed eternity.
Lord, let thy Servant depart in peace, for my eyes have seen thy salvation.
Vota dabunt, quae bella negarunt.