O Jesus Crucified!
Help us to carry our cross as You carried Yours!
Way of the Cross
of the Holy Face
Preparatory Prayer.
O
Jesus,
whose
adorable
Face
bowed
so
mercifully
on
the
tree
of
the
Cross,
on
the
day
of
the
Passion,
for
the
salvation
of
the
world,
today
again,
out
of
pity,
bow
to
us,
poor
sinners;
let
a
look
of
compassion
fall
upon
us,
and receive us in the kiss of peace.
O my Jesus, mercy!
And
Jesus
keeps
silent,
He,
the
very
innocence!…
He,
whose
words
give
life!…
His
adorable
Face
loses
nothing
of its calm and its sweetness… What a lesson for me!
–
O
my
God,
forgive
me
all
the
words
by
which
I
wounded
charity,
humility,
modesty,
piety,
and
make
that,
in
my
trials,
I
honor
You
by
my
resignation
and
my patience.
I. Jesus is condemned to death
Jesus
receives
the
Cross
with
joy,
with
love…
He
presses
it
against
His
heart…
He
sticks
His
forehead
and
His
lips
to it… Oh! how He loves us!…
–
My
good
Master,
forgive
me
the
complaints
and
the
murmurs
with
which
I
welcomed
the
sorrows
that
Your
tenderness
sent
me,
and
make
me
feel
happy
to
suffer
something for You.
II. Jesus takes up His Cross
O
my
Jesus,
Your
body
is
laid
to
rest
in
the
sepulchre.
You
love
us
so
much
that
You
cannot
resign
Yourself
to
abandoning
us.
For
more
than
two
thousand
years,
You
have
been
in
the
tabernacle,
waiting
for
us.
Too
often,
alas,
the
tabernacle
is
for
You
a
cold,
dark
tomb
that
men
abandon.
I,
at
least,
want
to
visit
You
there
often
and console You with the ardor of my love.
O
my
Jesus,
my
Saviour,
You
will
not
be
alone:
let
Your
child
be
buried
with
You…
It
is
not
enough.
Hide
me
in
the
secret
of
Your
Face
and
in
the
wound
of
Your
Heart:
that
is
where
I
want
to
live
and
dwell,
to
be
seen
only
by
You. My God! My God! Make me act only for You.
XIV. Jesus is laid in the tomb
What
a
moment!
Oh
tremendous
pain!…
What
glances
I
see
exchanged
between
this
loving
God
and
this
tender
Mother!… What tears bathe Their faces!…
–
O
holy
Father,
I
offer
You
my
tears
in
expiation
of
all
my
delicacies
and
my
little
resignation
to
Your
holy
wills.
Grant
me,
as
Mary
did,
to
meet
the
eyes
and
face
of Jesus in all my sacrifices.
IV. Jesus encounters His Most Holy Mother
A
stranger
helps
my
good
Master
to
carry
His
Cross,
and
I,
His
child,
the
object
of
His
tenderness,
refuse
to
do
so
by
distancing
myself
from
the
contradictions
with
which
life is sown! Oh, how ungrateful I am!
–
Forgive
me,
my
God,
forget
the
past,
turn
Your
Face
towards
me.
From
now
on,
I
will
share
your
pains,
at
least by accepting mine in a Christian way.
V. Simon of Cyrene helps Jesus carry His Cross
Should
I
not,
following
the
example
of
this
pious
woman,
make
You
forget
by
my
reparations
the
outrages
which
You
receive
from
so
many
sinners?
Is
it
not
up
to
me
to
compensate
You
by
more
fidelity
and
more love?
–
Oh,
that
is
what
I
want
to
do,
my
God,
by
putting
my
glory in your humiliations and sufferings.
VI. Veronica wipes the Face of Jesus
Oh!
in
what
state
of
abasement
and
opprobrium
I
see
You
reduced,
my
Saviour
Jesus!…
A
God
in
the
dust!…
The
executioners
raise
Him
by
charging
Him
with
blows…
His
beautiful
face
itself
is
not
spared…
And
why?
To
atone
for
my
thoughts
of
vanity,
of
self-
esteem.
Oh,
how
I
must
abhor
them,
since
Jesus
suffered so much to obtain their forgiveness!
–
My
God,
my
God…,
mercy!
make
my
heart
truly
humble.
VII. Jesus falls for the second time
Oh,
the
good
Master!
In
the
midst
of
His
sorrows
He
takes
care
of
the
one
who
makes
the
tears
of
these
pious
women
flow.
He
teaches
them
how
to
weep
for
themselves,
and
He
deigns
to
comfort
them
by
turning
His
adorable
Face
towards
them;
He
encourages
and
blesses them…
–
O
my
Saviour,
give
us
to
weep
for
our
sins,
which
are
the
true
cause
of
Your
sorrows.
Give
me,
in
particular,
a
sincere
sorrow
for
my
faults;
let
my
last
tear
be
a
tear
of
repentance and love.
VIII. Jesus consoles the women of Jerusalem
Strip
me,
my
God,
of
everything
that
displeases
You
in
me;
strip
me
especially
of
my
self-love;
wash
me
in
the
blood
that
flows
from
Your
wounds,
and
may
this
innocent
and
divine
blood
make
the
virtues
that
shine
in
You
germinate
in
my
heart:
purity,
gentleness,
charity
and
the
spirit
of
penance...
May
my
soul
be
pleasing
to
Your eyes and rejoice Your divine Heart.
Pardon,
my
Jesus,
pardon
and
mercy!
Grant
me
the
grace
to
imprint
Your
holy
Face
on
my
soul.
May
Your
divine
Father,
looking
at
me,
recognize
the
likeness
of
His
beloved
Son,
in
whom
He
finds
all
His
complacency.
Through
the
merits
of
Your
holy
wounds,
I
ask
You
for
this grace for myself and for all the sinners throughout the world.
X. Jesus is stripped of His garments
O
my
God,
I
know
well
that
it
is
not
enough
to
strip
myself
of
myself:
I
still
have
to
attach
myself,
to
unite
myself to You.
–
Alas!
I
understand
that
this
is
only
possible
in
this
world
through
suffering.
I
consent,
Lord,
without
delay,
without
reserve.
Lay
me
on
the
cross
that
Your
Providence
prepares
for
every
man
in
this
world,
in
order to make him conform to You…
–
O
my
Jesus,
suspended
between
heaven
and
earth,
draw
me
and
raise
me
up
to
You,
so
that
I
may
merit
Your eternal glory.
XI. Jesus is nailed to the Cross
In
the
three
hours
leading
up
to
Jesus’
death
on
the
Cross,
He
still
shows
us
His
loving
face.
He
asks
His
Father
to
forgive
us,
He
promises
the
thief
to
open
Heaven
to
him
that
very
day.
He
tells
us
that
He
thirsts
for our love. He entrusts us to His most holy Mother.
Holy
Father,
almighty
and
eternal
God,
I
offer
You
the
sufferings
of
my
Jesus,
His
aching
face,
His
sacred
wounds,
His
adorable
Blood,
His
last
words
and
His
last
sigh
in
thanksgiving
for
the
benefits
with
which
You
have
blessed
me…
in
expiation
of
my
faults,
and
particularly
in
order
to
implore
three
graces:
for
myself
and
for
my
family,
sincere
contrition
with
a
firm
will
to
be
all
yours;
for
poor
sinners,
conversion;
and
for
the
holy
Church,
our
Mother,
the
help
she
awaits
from
Your
goodness
in
the
trials
she
is
undergoing.
Do
not
look
at
our
sins,
Lord,
but
look
at
the
Face
of
Your
Christ.
Look
at
His
Heart,
which
has loved us so much, and for His sake have mercy on us.
XII. Jesus dies on the Cross for our salvation
O
Mary,
my
tender
Mother,
it
is
I
who
have
caused
Your
sorrows;
allow
me
at
least
to
weep
with
You,
to
contemplate
in
Your
arms
the
bruised
and
torn
Face
of
my
Redeemer…
Avenge
Yourself,
beloved
Mother,
it
is
quite just; but avenge Yourself as a mother!…
–
Obtain
for
me
from
your
divine
Son
that
love
which
makes
me
drink
with
holy
generosity
the
few
drops
He
has
reserved
for
me
in
the
chalice
of
His
Passion,
and
repeat
with
Magdalene:
Oh,
how
sweet
it
is
to
find
innocence in the tears of repentance and love!
XIII. Jesus is taken down from the Cross
in reparation for the crimes of the world
and for the needs of the Holy Church.
O holy Mother of Sorrows,
impress upon my poor heart
the wounds of my sweet Saviour.
Reparation to the outraged divinity of Jesus Christ.
Lord
Jesus,
after
contemplating
Your
features
disfigured
by
pain
and
meditating
on
Your
Passion,
could
my
heart
not
be
set
ablaze
with
love
for
You
and
hatred
against
the
sin
which,
today
more
than
ever,
outrages
You.
Do
not
allow
me,
Lord,
to
dwell
on
sterile
compassion;
make
me
a
worthy
child
of
Mary,
and
grant
me,
as
Your
divine
Mother
did,
the
grace
to
follow
You
closely
enough
on
this
new
Calvary,
so
that
the
opprobrium
which
is
destined
for
You,
O
Jesus,
may
also
reflect
on
me,
a
member
of
Your
holy
Church,
and
thus
make
me enter courageously into the path of atonement and of true love. Amen.
Jesus
bruises
His
face
by
the
violence
of
His
fall…
He
rises
again
with
a
face
stained
with
mud,
dust
and
blood…
–
Holy
Father,
I
offer
You
this
fall
of
my
Saviour
in
expiation
for
all
the
faults
by
which
I
have
wrongly
edified
and
scandalized
my
neighbor.
For
the
sake
of
Jesus,
humiliated
and
suffering,
have
mercy
on
me.
In
reparation,
I
want
to
work
to
avoid
evil
and
to
win
hearts for You.
III. Jesus falls for the first time
Jesus,
bruised,
swollen,
exhausted,
inflicts
once
again
on
His
sweet
face
this
kind
of
pain
and
humiliation…
Then,
at
the
sight
of
Calvary,
He
rises
again,
if
one
can
say
so,
with
a
new
courage,
a
new
love.
His
heart
urges
Him
to
die
for
His
children.
O
tenderness
of
the
heart
of
my
God,
how
little
You
find
to
return!…
At
the
sight
of
the
slightest
pain,
of
the
smallest
sacrifice,
I
feel
frightened, discouraged.
–
Forgive
me,
my
Jesus,
forgive
me!
I
will
rise
up
with
You,
and,
to
animate
myself
to
follow
You,
I
will
think
of
You
in
all
my
repugnance,
and
I
will
find
the
courage
to
return You love for Love.
IX. Jesus falls for the third time
O Jesus Crucified!
Help us to carry our cross as You carried Yours!
Way of the Cross
of the Holy Face
Preparatory Prayer.
O
Jesus,
whose
adorable
Face
bowed
so
mercifully
on
the
tree
of
the
Cross,
on
the
day
of
the
Passion,
for
the
salvation
of
the
world,
today
again,
out
of
pity,
bow
to
us,
poor
sinners;
let
a
look
of
compassion
fall
upon
us,
and
receive
us
in
the
kiss
of peace.
O my Jesus, mercy!
Jesus
bruises
His
face
by
the
violence
of
His
fall…
He
rises
again
with
a
face
stained
with
mud,
dust
and blood…
–
Holy
Father,
I
offer
You
this
fall
of
my
Saviour
in
expiation
for
all
the
faults
by
which
I
have
wrongly
edified
and
scandalized
my
neighbor.
For
the
sake
of
Jesus,
humiliated
and
suffering,
have
mercy
on
me.
In
reparation,
I
want
to work to avoid evil and to win hearts for You.
And
Jesus
keeps
silent,
He,
the
very
innocence!…
He,
whose
words
give
life!…
His
adorable
Face
loses
nothing
of
its
calm
and
its
sweetness…
What
a
lesson for me!
–
O
my
God,
forgive
me
all
the
words
by
which
I
wounded
charity,
humility,
modesty,
piety,
and
make
that,
in
my
trials,
I
honor
You
by
my
resignation
and
my
patience.
I. Jesus is condemned to death
Jesus
receives
the
Cross
with
joy,
with
love…
He
presses
it
against
His
heart…
He
sticks
His
forehead
and
His
lips
to
it… Oh! how He loves us!…
–
My
good
Master,
forgive
me
the
complaints
and
the
murmurs
with
which
I
welcomed
the
sorrows
that
Your
tenderness
sent
me,
and
make
me
feel
happy to suffer something for You.
II. Jesus takes up His Cross
Jesus,
bruised,
swollen,
exhausted,
inflicts
once
again
on
His
sweet
face
this
kind
of
pain
and
humiliation…
Then,
at
the
sight
of
Calvary,
He
rises
again,
if
one
can
say
so,
with
a
new
courage,
a
new
love.
His
heart
urges
Him
to
die
for
His
children.
O
tenderness
of
the
heart
of
my
God,
how
little
You
find
to
return!…
At
the
sight
of
the
slightest
pain,
of
the
smallest
sacrifice,
I
feel
frightened,
discouraged.
–
Forgive
me,
my
Jesus,
forgive
me!
I
will
rise
up
with
You,
and,
to
animate
myself
to
follow
You,
I
will
think
of
You
in
all
my
repugnance,
and
I
will
find the courage to return You love for Love.
O
my
Jesus,
Your
body
is
laid
to
rest
in
the
sepulchre.
You
love
us
so
much
that
You
cannot
resign
Yourself
to
abandoning
us.
For
more
than
two
thousand
years,
You
have
been
in
the
tabernacle,
waiting
for
us.
Too
often,
alas,
the
tabernacle
is
for
You
a
cold,
dark
tomb
that
men
abandon.
I,
at
least,
want
to
visit
You
there
often
and
console You with the ardor of my love.
O
my
Jesus,
my
Saviour,
You
will
not
be
alone:
let
Your
child
be
buried
with
You…
It
is
not
enough.
Hide
me
in
the
secret
of
Your
Face
and
in
the
wound
of
Your
Heart:
that
is
where
I
want
to
live
and
dwell,
to
be
seen
only
by
You.
My
God!
My
God!
Make
me
act only for You.
XIV. Jesus is laid in the tomb
What
a
moment!
Oh
tremendous
pain!…
What
glances
I
see
exchanged
between
this
loving
God
and
this
tender
Mother!…
What
tears
bathe
Their
faces!…
–
O
holy
Father,
I
offer
You
my
tears
in
expiation
of
all
my
delicacies
and
my
little
resignation
to
Your
holy
wills.
Grant
me,
as
Mary
did,
to
meet
the
eyes
and
face
of
Jesus
in
all
my sacrifices.
IV. Jesus encounters His Most Holy Mother
A
stranger
helps
my
good
Master
to
carry
His
Cross,
and
I,
His
child,
the
object
of
His
tenderness,
refuse
to
do
so
by
distancing
myself
from
the
contradictions
with
which
life
is
sown!
Oh,
how
ungrateful I am!
–
Forgive
me,
my
God,
forget
the
past,
turn
Your
Face
towards
me.
From
now
on,
I
will
share
your
pains,
at
least
by
accepting
mine in a Christian way.
V. Simon of Cyrene helps Jesus carry His Cross
Should
I
not,
following
the
example
of
this
pious
woman,
make
You
forget
by
my
reparations
the
outrages
which
You
receive
from
so
many
sinners?
Is
it
not
up
to
me
to
compensate
You
by
more
fidelity
and
more
love?
–
Oh,
that
is
what
I
want
to
do,
my
God,
by
putting
my glory in your humiliations and sufferings.
VI. Veronica wipes the Face of Jesus
Oh!
in
what
state
of
abasement
and
opprobrium
I
see
You
reduced,
my
Saviour
Jesus!…
A
God
in
the
dust!…
The
executioners
raise
Him
by
charging
Him
with
blows…
His
beautiful
face
itself
is
not
spared…
And
why?
To
atone
for
my
thoughts
of
vanity,
of
self-esteem.
Oh,
how
I
must
abhor
them,
since
Jesus
suffered
so
much to obtain their forgiveness!
–
My
God,
my
God…,
mercy!
make
my
heart
truly
humble.
VII. Jesus falls for the second time
Oh,
the
good
Master!
In
the
midst
of
His
sorrows
He
takes
care
of
the
one
who
makes
the
tears
of
these
pious
women
flow.
He
teaches
them
how
to
weep
for
themselves,
and
He
deigns
to
comfort
them
by
turning
His
adorable
Face
towards
them;
He
encourages
and
blesses
them…
–
O
my
Saviour,
give
us
to
weep
for
our
sins,
which
are
the
true
cause
of
Your
sorrows.
Give
me,
in
particular,
a
sincere
sorrow
for
my
faults;
let
my
last
tear
be
a
tear
of
repentance
and love.
VIII. Jesus consoles the women of Jerusalem
Strip
me,
my
God,
of
everything
that
displeases
You
in
me;
strip
me
especially
of
my
self-love;
wash
me
in
the
blood
that
flows
from
Your
wounds,
and
may
this
innocent
and
divine
blood
make
the
virtues
that
shine
in
You
germinate
in
my
heart:
purity,
gentleness,
charity
and
the
spirit
of
penance...
May
my
soul
be
pleasing
to
Your
eyes
and
rejoice
Your
divine Heart.
Pardon,
my
Jesus,
pardon
and
mercy!
Grant
me
the
grace
to
imprint
Your
holy
Face
on
my
soul.
May
Your
divine
Father,
looking
at
me,
recognize
the
likeness
of
His
beloved
Son,
in
whom
He
finds
all
His
complacency.
Through
the
merits
of
Your
holy
wounds,
I
ask
You
for
this
grace
for
myself
and
for
all
the sinners throughout the world.
X. Jesus is stripped of His garments
O
my
God,
I
know
well
that
it
is
not
enough
to
strip
myself
of
myself:
I
still
have
to
attach
myself,
to unite myself to You.
–
Alas!
I
understand
that
this
is
only
possible
in
this
world
through
suffering.
I
consent,
Lord,
without
delay,
without
reserve.
Lay
me
on
the
cross
that
Your
Providence
prepares
for
every
man
in
this
world,
in
order
to
make
him
conform to You…
–
O
my
Jesus,
suspended
between
heaven
and
earth,
draw
me
and
raise
me
up
to
You,
so
that
I
may merit Your eternal glory.
XI. Jesus is nailed to the Cross
In
the
three
hours
leading
up
to
Jesus’
death
on
the
Cross,
He
still
shows
us
His
loving
face.
He
asks
His
Father
to
forgive
us,
He
promises
the
thief
to
open
Heaven
to
him
that
very
day.
He
tells
us
that
He
thirsts
for
our
love.
He
entrusts
us
to
His
most
holy
Mother.
Holy
Father,
almighty
and
eternal
God,
I
offer
You
the
sufferings
of
my
Jesus,
His
aching
face,
His
sacred
wounds,
His
adorable
Blood,
His
last
words
and
His
last
sigh
in
thanksgiving
for
the
benefits
with
which
You
have
blessed
me…
in
expiation
of
my
faults,
and
particularly
in
order
to
implore
three
graces:
for
myself
and
for
my
family,
sincere
contrition
with
a
firm
will
to
be
all
yours;
for
poor
sinners,
conversion;
and
for
the
holy
Church,
our
Mother,
the
help
she
awaits
from
Your
goodness
in
the
trials
she
is
undergoing.
Do
not
look
at
our
sins,
Lord,
but
look
at
the
Face
of
Your
Christ.
Look
at
His
Heart,
which
has
loved
us
so
much,
and
for
His
sake
have mercy on us.
XII. Jesus dies on the Cross for our salvation
O
Mary,
my
tender
Mother,
it
is
I
who
have
caused
Your
sorrows;
allow
me
at
least
to
weep
with
You,
to
contemplate
in
Your
arms
the
bruised
and
torn
Face
of
my
Redeemer…
Avenge
Yourself,
beloved
Mother,
it
is
quite
just;
but
avenge
Yourself as a mother!…
–
Obtain
for
me
from
your
divine
Son
that
love
which
makes
me
drink
with
holy
generosity
the
few
drops
He
has
reserved
for
me
in
the
chalice
of
His
Passion,
and
repeat
with
Magdalene:
Oh,
how
sweet
it
is
to
find
innocence
in
the tears of repentance and love!
XIII. Jesus is taken down from the Cross
O holy Mother of Sorrows,
impress upon my poor heart
the wounds of my sweet Saviour.
Reparation to the outraged divinity of Jesus
Christ.
Lord
Jesus,
after
contemplating
Your
features
disfigured
by
pain
and
meditating
on
Your
Passion,
could
my
heart
not
be
set
ablaze
with
love
for
You
and
hatred
against
the
sin
which,
today
more
than
ever,
outrages
You.
Do
not
allow
me,
Lord,
to
dwell
on
sterile
compassion;
make
me
a
worthy
child
of
Mary,
and
grant
me,
as
Your
divine
Mother
did,
the
grace
to
follow
You
closely
enough
on
this
new
Calvary,
so
that
the
opprobrium
which
is
destined
for
You,
O
Jesus,
may
also
reflect
on
me,
a
member
of
Your
holy
Church,
and
thus
make
me
enter
courageously
into
the
path
of
atonement
and
of
true love. Amen.
III. Jesus falls for the first time
IX. Jesus falls for the third time
O holy Mother of Sorrows,
impress upon my poor heart
the wounds of my sweet Saviour.
