Thirteenth Station of the Cross (Traditional)
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Song of the Sorrowful Mother
Let His stripes and scourgings smite me, |
The Body of Jesus is Placed in the Arms of His Mother
We adore You, O Christ, and we praise You, because by Your holy cross You have redeemed the world.
All you who pass by the way, look, and see if there be any sorrow like my sorrow. My eyes are spent with weeping, my whole being is troubled, and my strength is poured out upon the earth, as I behold the cruel death of my Son, for the enemy has prevailed against Him. Call me not Naomi (that is, beautiful), but call me Mara (that is, bitter), for the Almighty has afflicted me and has dealt quite bitterly with me.
Tears are on her cheeks, and there is none to comfort her.
Let Us Pray
At Your passion, Lord Jesus, as Simeon had foretold, a sword of sorrow pierced the sweet soul of Mary, your glorious Virgin Mother. As we now reverently recall her bitter anguish and suffering, grant that we may obtain the blessed fruits of Your redemption. This we ask of you now living and reigning forever. Amen!
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