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by Bl. Canon Alfred Weber

Let us follow on the holy mountain
Our Saviour, bloody, disfigured…
And let us walk after Him without fear
Under the weight (bis) of the sacred tree.

Sancta Mater, istud agas
Crucifixi fige plagas
Cordi meo valide.

O holy Mother of Sorrows
Print in my wretched heart
The wounds of my sweet Savior.

We adore Thee, O Christ, and we bless Thee
Because by Thy Holy Cross, Thou hast redeemed the world.


Jesus is Condemned to Death

O my soul! You knew the greatness and kindness of Jesus… And yet, how many times, like Pilate, you have cowardly sacrificed Him to the demands of your passions!…
– Eternal Father, I offer You the wounds of Our Lord Jesus Christ, to heal those of our souls.
– My Jesus, forgiveness and mercy, through the merits of Your holy Wounds and the sufferings of Your Mother.
– We adore Thee, O Christ, and we bless Thee, because by Thy Holy Cross Thou hast redeemed the world.