O Jesus Crucified!
Help us to carry our cross as You carried Yours!
Way of the Cross of Penance
by Blessed Canon Alfred Weber
Preparatory Prayer.
O
Jesus!
We
are
going
to
walk
with
You
on
the
road
to
Calvary
which
was
so
painful
for
You.
Make
us
understand
the
greatness
of
Your
sufferings,
touch
our
hearts
with
a
tender
compassion
at
the
sight
of
Your
torments,
so
that
it
may
increase
in
us
the
regret
of
our
sins
and
the
love
that
we
want
to
have
for
You.
Please
apply
to
us
all
the
infinite
merits
of
Your
Passion,
and
in
memory
of
Your
sufferings,
have
mercy
on
the
souls
in
Purgatory,
especially
on
those
who are most abandoned.
O
divine
Mary,
who
first
taught
us
to
walk
the
Way
of
the
Cross,
obtain
for
us
the
grace
to
follow
Jesus
with
the
sentiments
with
which
Your
Heart
was
filled
while
accompanying
Him
on
the
road
to
Calvary.
May
we
weep
with
You,
and
love
Your
divine
Son
as
You
do.
We
ask
this
in
the
name
of
His
adorable
Heart.
Amen.
Jesus
accepts
the
death
sentence
to
give
me
life,
but
on
the
condition
that
I
take
my
share
of
His
sufferings
and
complete
in
myself
what
is
lacking
in
His
Passion.
If
I
refuse
to
do
so,
I
lose
all
the
fruit
of
this
salutary
death
and I commit myself to eternal death.
O
Jesus!
You
warned
us
that
we
would
all
perish
if
we
did
not
do
penance.
Therefore,
I
beg
You
to
give
me
the
courage
to
condemn
myself
and
to
punish
without
mercy
those
cursed
sins
which
have
condemned
You
to
die for me. Amen!
I. Jesus is condemned to death
The
sentence
is
carried
out
without
delay…
Jesus
takes
on
my
iniquities.
How
many
times,
recognizing
my
guilt,
I
condemned
myself!…
But
how
much
it
costs
me
to
repair!…
What
do
my
protests,
my
sighs
and
my
tears
matter
to
God
if
I
don’t
finally
arm
myself
against
myself,
if
I
don’t
decide
to
make
worthy
fruits
of
penance?
O
Jesus,
may
I
finally
take
up
my
cross
and
carry
it
generously after You, all the days of my life. Amen!
II. Jesus takes up His Cross
Glorious
tomb!
Portico
of
heaven!
It
is
the
end
of
suffering,
it
is
the
beginning
of
bliss.
A
crib
was
the
cradle
of
Jesus,
a
Cross
His
deathbed.
He
was
indeed
the
Man
of
Sorrows!
And
now
He
is
seated
at
the
right
hand
of the Father and His kingdom is forever!
O
Jesus!
it
is
true!
all
the
bitterness
of
penance
is
nothing
compared
to
the
immense
weight
of
happiness
that
You
reserve
for
Your
Saints…
Oh!
to
suffer
with
Jesus,
to
reign
with
Jesus!…
I
don’t
want
any
other
motto…
The
way
of
sacrifice
stops
at
the
tomb…
and
beyond
that, it is the eternal reward. Amen!
XIV. Jesus is laid in the tomb
O holy Mother of Sorrows,
impress upon my poor heart
the wounds of my sweet Saviour.
Each
new
suffering
of
Jesus
is
a
sharp
sword
that
pierces
the
soul
of
Mary.
And
yet
this
divine
Mother
follows
the
adorable
Victim
to
Calvary…
to
the
tomb…
When
I
too
will
decide
to
climb
the
hard
path
of
penitence,
I
am
sure
to
meet
Mary
there…
One
walks
and
suffers
with
more
courage
under
the
eyes
and
near
the Heart of his Mother.
Queen
of
martyrs,
Virgin
of
sorrows!
Since
it
is
my
sin
which
crucified
Jesus
and
plunged
You
into
tears,
do
not
cease
to
make
me
hear
the
desolate
cry
that
You
uttered
to
the
world,
in
one
of
Your
apparitions
at
Lourdes:
“Penance!
Penance!
Penance!”
and
that
finally
all
the
true Christians answer the cry of their Mother. Amen!
IV. Jesus encounters His Most Holy Mother
At
first
it
was
only
by
compulsion
and
reluctance
that
Simon
took
on
the
Cross
of
Jesus.
Then
he
found
it
so
endearing that he could not let go of it.
Why
then,
O
Jesus,
should
I
be
so
reluctant
to
enter
the
career
that
You
have
opened
up
for
me?
Oh,
I
forget
that
Your
Cross
is
heavy
only
with
my
iniquities,
and
that
it
is
for
me
alone
to
carry
it.
I
forget
that
the
more
I
take
up
the
Cross,
the
closer
I
will
be
to
You,
O
my
Saviour,
and
that the Cross with You is Paradise.
Triumph,
then,
by
the
grace
of
Your
example,
over
the
resistance
of
my
cowardice,
and
inspire
me
with
courage
and
generosity
to
share
with
You
this
burden,
which
should weigh only on me. Amen!
V. Simon of Cyrene helps Jesus carry His Cross
The
Prophet
had
seen
Him
on
the
way
to
the
execution,
and
he
had
not
recognized
Him!
The
Son
of
God
did
not
even
look
like
a
man.
He
looked
like
a
leper;
He
was
the
abjection of the people, the shame of the human race.
O
my
God,
how
much
more
hideous
is
my
soul,
disfigured
by
the
leprosy
of
sin!
This
soul,
Your
living
image,
the
daughter
of
Your
love,
it
abhors
You!…
But,
You
will
regenerate
it
in
Your
Blood,
O
good
Jesus!
and
my
penance,
like
a
divine
veil,
will
wipe
away
all
its
stains
and
will
restore
the
radiance
of
its
heavenly
beauty. Amen!
VI. Veronica wipes the Face of Jesus
My
divine
Master
teaches
me,
by
this
new
fall,
to
guard
against
the
returns
of
sin.
All
my
security
rests
in
the
help
of
His
grace,
and
also
in
that
unshakeable
energy
given
by
the
continual
exercise
of
penance.
If
I
disarm
my
arm,
I
am
lost!
For
the
enemy
will
come
back
stronger
than
at
the
first
attack,
and
the
wounds
of
his
poisonous dashes will be deeper and more desperate.
O
Jesus,
by
the
virtue
of
Your
second
fall,
sustain
my
courage
in
the
constant
expiation
of
my
past
iniquities,
so
that
I
may
be
invincible
to
the
temptations
of
the
future. Amen!
VII. Jesus falls for the second time
He
said
to
them,
“You
must
not
weep
for
Me,
but
for
yourselves
and
your
children.
If
the
green
wood
is
treated
in
this
way,
if
the
justice
of
My
Father
weighs
so
heavily
on
an
innocent
victim,
how
will
the
dry
wood
be
treated?
What
can
souls
expect
when
the
sap
of
grace
no
longer
flows?
O
Jesus,
could
your
voice,
broken
by
pain,
exhaustion
and
sadness,
be
more
eloquent
in
convincing
us
that
our only resource is in penance?
I
implore
You,
infuse
in
my
withered
heart
the
Blood
of
Your
Passion,
and
may
I,
renewed
by
this
divine
sap,
no
longer
cease
to
weep
and
to
expiate
these
faults
which
have made me like dry wood, destined to the fire of hell! Amen!
VIII. Jesus consoles the women of Jerusalem
O
my
soul,
look
at
your
Master
and
Model,
lying
in
the
dust,
crushed
under
His
heavy
Cross!
He
has
only
one
breath
of
life
left!…
It
is
to
say
to
you
that
one
cannot
remain
Christian,
without
becoming
a
crucified
Jesus,
and
that
this
necessary
transfiguration
is
operated
only
by the work of the penitence.
O
Jesus,
take
hold
of
my
mind
and
my
heart
with
this
doctrine
of
truth,
and
may
I
no
longer
hesitate
to
die
with
You
every
day
on
Calvary,
in
order
to
have
the
happiness of living eternally with You in Heaven. Amen!
IX. Jesus falls for the third time
What
an
ignominy
and
what
a
torment
for
my
Saviour!
It
is
at
this
price
that
He
deserved
for
me
the
strength
I
need
so
much,
to
strip
myself
of
this
shameful
fabric
of
sins
that
covers
me
from
head
to
toe;
these
guilty
habits,
these
perilous
affections,
this
pride,
this
sluggishness
and
these
cowardly
negligences,
I
must
strip
myself
of
everything,
tear
it
all
off
with
violence,
even
if
I
cover
myself
with
wounds,
even
if
I
put
all
the
blood of my heart into it!
O
Jesus!
You
order
me
to
sacrifice
the
right
eye
and
the
right
hand,
if
they
scandalize
me…
Ah!
at
least,
guide
Yourself
and
strengthen
my
too
timid
arm
in
this
bloody operation, which is the first condition of a sincere penance. Amen!
X. Jesus is stripped of His garments
Life
is
in
the
Cross;
the
Cross
contains
all
the
riches
of
the
Redemption.
I
should
therefore
embrace
it,
press
it
to
my
heart
in
the
embrace
of
love
and
gratitude.
But,
I
am
so
afraid
to
suffer!…
God,
who
wants
my
salvation,
is
forced
to
bind
me
to
it
in
spite
of
myself.
Every
day,
His
fatherly
hand
crucifies
me
by
the
nails
of
humiliation,
neglect,
setbacks,
illness,
mourning
and
by
so
many
others
that
His
merciful
Providence
knows
how to choose.
O
Jesus!
You
surrendered
Yourself
without
a
murmur
to
the
brutal
cruelty
of
the
executioners
who
pierced
Your
hands
and
feet;
may
I
surrender
myself
with
filial
submission
to
the
loving
rigors
of
the
crucifixion
that
will
make
me
die
to
sin
and
live more and more by Your grace. Amen!
XI. Jesus is nailed to the Cross
Jesus
died!…
He
died
on
a
Cross!…
From
His
bruised
limbs,
from
His
torn
veins,
the
divine
Blood
flows
on
my
soul
and
gives
it
life…
Child
of
blood,
child
of
the
Cross,
can
I
live
and
save
myself
in
the
midst
of
pleasures and delights?
O
Jesus!…
wherever
I
meet
Your
image,
it
reminds
me
of
Your
sufferings
and
Your
death:
I
always
see
You
crucified!…
O
my
Crucifix,
imprint
Your
wounds
so
deeply
in
my
heart,
that
they
do
not
cease
to
shine
in
the holy works of my penance. Amen!
XII. Jesus dies on the Cross for our salvation
Mary,
standing
at
the
foot
of
the
Cross,
took
in
the
last
breath
of
her
Beloved.
Now
She
contemplates
on
His
knees
and
covers
with
kisses
and
tears
His
icy,
livid
and
bleeding
body.
Her
pain
is
like
an
ocean
without
shores.
But,
at
the
price
of
this
pain,
She
deserved
to
assist
me
in
my
agony,
and
to
receive
me
in
Her
arms
when
I
leave this world.
O
my
Mother!
You
will
be
there
when
I
die!…
what
a
consolation!…
And
it
is
You
who
will
present
me
to
my
Judge…
What
security!…
But
You
still
have
to
find
in
me
the features of Your crucified Jesus.
Oh!
show
that
You
are
my
Mother
and
give
me
this
divine likeness which will be Your joy and my salvation. Amen!
XIII. Jesus is taken down from the Cross
taken from: «De Gethsémani au Golgotha»
In
front
of
your
annihilated
God,
remember,
o
my
soul,
that
every
sin,
even
if
forgiven,
requires
an
expiation.
It
must
be
punished,
in
this
life
or
in
the
next.
If
I
postpone
after
death,
it
will
be
Purgatory
with
its
flames
and
its
immense
desolation;
and
I
will
not
leave
it until I have paid all my debt, down to the last penny.
O
Jesus!
determine
my
soul
to
embrace
as
soon
as
possible
the
sweet
penitence
imposed
on
me
by
Your
goodness,
so
that
I
may
avoid,
after
this
life,
the
dreadful
misfortune
of
falling
into
the
hands
of
Your
infinite Justice. Amen!
III. Jesus falls for the first time
O Jesus Crucified!
Help us to carry our cross as You carried Yours!
Way of the Cross of Penance
by Blessed Canon Alfred Weber
Preparatory Prayer.
O
Jesus!
We
are
going
to
walk
with
You
on
the
road
to
Calvary
which
was
so
painful
for
You.
Make
us
understand
the
greatness
of
Your
sufferings,
touch
our
hearts
with
a
tender
compassion
at
the
sight
of
Your
torments,
so
that
it
may
increase
in
us
the
regret
of
our
sins
and
the
love
that
we
want
to
have
for You.
Please
apply
to
us
all
the
infinite
merits
of
Your
Passion,
and
in
memory
of
Your
sufferings,
have
mercy
on
the
souls
in
Purgatory,
especially
on
those who are most abandoned.
O
divine
Mary,
who
first
taught
us
to
walk
the
Way
of
the
Cross,
obtain
for
us
the
grace
to
follow
Jesus
with
the
sentiments
with
which
Your
Heart
was
filled
while
accompanying
Him
on
the
road
to
Calvary.
May
we
weep
with
You,
and
love
Your
divine
Son
as
You
do.
We
ask
this
in
the
name
of
His
adorable Heart. Amen.
In
front
of
your
annihilated
God,
remember,
o
my
soul,
that
every
sin,
even
if
forgiven,
requires
an
expiation.
It
must
be
punished,
in
this
life
or
in
the
next.
If
I
postpone
after
death,
it
will
be
Purgatory
with
its
flames
and
its
immense
desolation;
and
I
will
not
leave
it
until
I
have
paid
all
my debt, down to the last penny.
O
Jesus!
determine
my
soul
to
embrace
as
soon
as
possible
the
sweet
penitence
imposed
on
me
by
Your
goodness,
so
that
I
may
avoid,
after
this
life,
the
dreadful
misfortune
of
falling into the hands of Your infinite Justice. Amen!
Jesus
accepts
the
death
sentence
to
give
me
life,
but
on
the
condition
that
I
take
my
share
of
His
sufferings
and
complete
in
myself
what
is
lacking
in
His
Passion.
If
I
refuse
to
do
so,
I
lose
all
the
fruit
of
this
salutary
death
and
I
commit
myself
to
eternal death.
O
Jesus!
You
warned
us
that
we
would
all
perish
if
we
did
not
do
penance.
Therefore,
I
beg
You
to
give
me
the
courage
to
condemn
myself
and
to
punish
without
mercy
those
cursed
sins
which
have
condemned
You
to
die
for
me. Amen!
I. Jesus is condemned to death
The
sentence
is
carried
out
without
delay…
Jesus
takes
on
my
iniquities.
How
many
times,
recognizing
my
guilt,
I
condemned
myself!…
But
how
much
it
costs
me
to
repair!…
What
do
my
protests,
my
sighs
and
my
tears
matter
to
God
if
I
don’t
finally
arm
myself
against
myself,
if
I
don’t
decide
to
make
worthy
fruits
of
penance?
O
Jesus,
may
I
finally
take
up
my
cross
and
carry
it
generously after You, all the days of my life. Amen!
II. Jesus takes up His Cross
Glorious
tomb!
Portico
of
heaven!
It
is
the
end
of
suffering,
it
is
the
beginning
of
bliss.
A
crib
was
the
cradle
of
Jesus,
a
Cross
His
deathbed.
He
was
indeed
the
Man
of
Sorrows!
And
now
He
is
seated
at
the
right
hand
of
the
Father
and
His
kingdom
is
forever!
O
Jesus!
it
is
true!
all
the
bitterness
of
penance
is
nothing
compared
to
the
immense
weight
of
happiness
that
You
reserve
for
Your
Saints…
Oh!
to
suffer
with
Jesus,
to
reign
with
Jesus!…
I
don’t
want
any
other
motto…
The
way
of
sacrifice
stops
at
the
tomb…
and
beyond
that,
it
is
the eternal reward. Amen!
XIV. Jesus is laid in the tomb
Each
new
suffering
of
Jesus
is
a
sharp
sword
that
pierces
the
soul
of
Mary.
And
yet
this
divine
Mother
follows
the
adorable
Victim
to
Calvary…
to
the
tomb…
When
I
too
will
decide
to
climb
the
hard
path
of
penitence,
I
am
sure
to
meet
Mary
there…
One
walks
and
suffers
with
more
courage
under
the
eyes
and
near the Heart of his Mother.
Queen
of
martyrs,
Virgin
of
sorrows!
Since
it
is
my
sin
which
crucified
Jesus
and
plunged
You
into
tears,
do
not
cease
to
make
me
hear
the
desolate
cry
that
You
uttered
to
the
world,
in
one
of
Your
apparitions
at
Lourdes:
“Penance!
Penance!
Penance!”
and
that
finally
all
the
true
Christians
answer the cry of their Mother. Amen!
IV. Jesus encounters His Most Holy Mother
At
first
it
was
only
by
compulsion
and
reluctance
that
Simon
took
on
the
Cross
of
Jesus.
Then
he
found
it
so
endearing
that
he
could
not
let go of it.
Why
then,
O
Jesus,
should
I
be
so
reluctant
to
enter
the
career
that
You
have
opened
up
for
me?
Oh,
I
forget
that
Your
Cross
is
heavy
only
with
my
iniquities,
and
that
it
is
for
me
alone
to
carry
it.
I
forget
that
the
more
I
take
up
the
Cross,
the
closer
I
will
be
to
You,
O
my
Saviour,
and
that
the
Cross
with
You
is
Paradise.
Triumph,
then,
by
the
grace
of
Your
example,
over
the
resistance
of
my
cowardice,
and
inspire
me
with
courage
and
generosity
to
share
with
You
this
burden, which should weigh only on me. Amen!
V. Simon of Cyrene helps Jesus carry His Cross
The
Prophet
had
seen
Him
on
the
way
to
the
execution,
and
he
had
not
recognized
Him!
The
Son
of
God
did
not
even
look
like
a
man.
He
looked
like
a
leper;
He
was
the
abjection
of
the
people,
the
shame
of
the
human race.
O
my
God,
how
much
more
hideous
is
my
soul,
disfigured
by
the
leprosy
of
sin!
This
soul,
Your
living
image,
the
daughter
of
Your
love,
it
abhors
You!…
But,
You
will
regenerate
it
in
Your
Blood,
O
good
Jesus!
and
my
penance,
like
a
divine
veil,
will
wipe
away
all
its
stains
and
will
restore
the
radiance of its heavenly beauty. Amen!
VI. Veronica wipes the Face of Jesus
My
divine
Master
teaches
me,
by
this
new
fall,
to
guard
against
the
returns
of
sin.
All
my
security
rests
in
the
help
of
His
grace,
and
also
in
that
unshakeable
energy
given
by
the
continual
exercise
of
penance.
If
I
disarm
my
arm,
I
am
lost!
For
the
enemy
will
come
back
stronger
than
at
the
first
attack,
and
the
wounds
of
his
poisonous
dashes
will
be
deeper
and
more desperate.
O
Jesus,
by
the
virtue
of
Your
second
fall,
sustain
my
courage
in
the
constant
expiation
of
my
past
iniquities,
so
that
I
may
be
invincible
to
the
temptations of the future. Amen!
VII. Jesus falls for the second time
He
said
to
them,
“You
must
not
weep
for
Me,
but
for
yourselves
and
your
children.
If
the
green
wood
is
treated
in
this
way,
if
the
justice
of
My
Father
weighs
so
heavily
on
an
innocent
victim,
how
will
the
dry
wood
be
treated?
What
can
souls
expect
when
the
sap
of
grace no longer flows?
O
Jesus,
could
your
voice,
broken
by
pain,
exhaustion
and
sadness,
be
more
eloquent
in
convincing
us
that
our
only
resource
is
in penance?
I
implore
You,
infuse
in
my
withered
heart
the
Blood
of
Your
Passion,
and
may
I,
renewed
by
this
divine
sap,
no
longer
cease
to
weep
and
to
expiate
these
faults
which
have
made
me
like
dry
wood,
destined to the fire of hell! Amen!
VIII. Jesus consoles the women of Jerusalem
O
my
soul,
look
at
your
Master
and
Model,
lying
in
the
dust,
crushed
under
His
heavy
Cross!
He
has
only
one
breath
of
life
left!…
It
is
to
say
to
you
that
one
cannot
remain
Christian,
without
becoming
a
crucified
Jesus,
and
that
this
necessary
transfiguration
is
operated
only
by
the
work
of
the penitence.
O
Jesus,
take
hold
of
my
mind
and
my
heart
with
this
doctrine
of
truth,
and
may
I
no
longer
hesitate
to
die
with
You
every
day
on
Calvary,
in
order
to
have
the
happiness
of
living
eternally
with
You
in
Heaven. Amen!
IX. Jesus falls for the third time
What
an
ignominy
and
what
a
torment
for
my
Saviour!
It
is
at
this
price
that
He
deserved
for
me
the
strength
I
need
so
much,
to
strip
myself
of
this
shameful
fabric
of
sins
that
covers
me
from
head
to
toe;
these
guilty
habits,
these
perilous
affections,
this
pride,
this
sluggishness
and
these
cowardly
negligences,
I
must
strip
myself
of
everything,
tear
it
all
off
with
violence,
even
if
I
cover
myself
with
wounds,
even
if I put all the blood of my heart into it!
O
Jesus!
You
order
me
to
sacrifice
the
right
eye
and
the
right
hand,
if
they
scandalize
me…
Ah!
at
least,
guide
Yourself
and
strengthen
my
too
timid
arm
in
this
bloody
operation,
which
is
the
first
condition
of a sincere penance. Amen!
X. Jesus is stripped of His garments
Life
is
in
the
Cross;
the
Cross
contains
all
the
riches
of
the
Redemption.
I
should
therefore
embrace
it,
press
it
to
my
heart
in
the
embrace
of
love
and
gratitude.
But,
I
am
so
afraid
to
suffer!…
God,
who
wants
my
salvation,
is
forced
to
bind
me
to
it
in
spite
of
myself.
Every
day,
His
fatherly
hand
crucifies
me
by
the
nails
of
humiliation,
neglect,
setbacks,
illness,
mourning
and
by
so
many
others
that
His
merciful
Providence
knows
how
to
choose.
O
Jesus!
You
surrendered
Yourself
without
a
murmur
to
the
brutal
cruelty
of
the
executioners
who
pierced
Your
hands
and
feet;
may
I
surrender
myself
with
filial
submission
to
the
loving
rigors
of
the
crucifixion
that
will
make
me
die
to
sin
and
live
more and more by Your grace. Amen!
XI. Jesus is nailed to the Cross
Jesus
died!…
He
died
on
a
Cross!…
From
His
bruised
limbs,
from
His
torn
veins,
the
divine
Blood
flows
on
my
soul
and
gives
it
life…
Child
of
blood,
child
of
the
Cross,
can
I
live
and
save
myself
in
the
midst
of
pleasures
and
delights?
O
Jesus!…
wherever
I
meet
Your
image,
it
reminds
me
of
Your
sufferings
and
Your
death:
I
always
see
You
crucified!…
O
my
Crucifix,
imprint
Your
wounds
so
deeply
in
my
heart,
that
they
do
not
cease
to
shine
in the holy works of my penance. Amen!
XII. Jesus dies on the Cross for our salvation
Mary,
standing
at
the
foot
of
the
Cross,
took
in
the
last
breath
of
her
Beloved.
Now
She
contemplates
on
His
knees
and
covers
with
kisses
and
tears
His
icy,
livid
and
bleeding
body.
Her
pain
is
like
an
ocean
without
shores.
But,
at
the
price
of
this
pain,
She
deserved
to
assist
me
in
my
agony,
and
to
receive
me
in
Her arms when I leave this world.
O
my
Mother!
You
will
be
there
when
I
die!…
what
a
consolation!…
And
it
is
You
who
will
present
me
to
my
Judge…
What
security!…
But
You
still
have
to
find in me the features of Your crucified Jesus.
Oh!
show
that
You
are
my
Mother
and
give
me
this
divine
likeness
which
will
be
Your
joy
and
my
salvation. Amen!
XIII. Jesus is taken down from the Cross
O holy Mother of Sorrows,
impress upon my poor heart
the wounds of my sweet Saviour.
taken from: «De Gethsémani au Golgotha»
III. Jesus falls for the first time
