V. We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.
R. Because by your holy Cross you have redeemed the world.
To what shall I compare you? Or to what shall I liken you, virgin daughter of Jerusalem? For great as the sea is your distress. O Mother of mercy, grant that we may always realize in ourselves the death of Jesus and share with him in his saving passion.
V. A sword of sorrow has pierced your soul.
R. And has filled your heart with bitter pain.
Lord Jesus Christ, at the hour your cruel death on the Cross, a sword of sorrow pierced the grieving soul of the Virgin Mary, your Mother. May she plead for clemency in our behalf, now and at the hour of our death. This we ask of you now living and reigning for ever. Amen.
Hymn:
Make me feel as you have felt;
Make my soul to glow and melt
With the love of Christ my Lord.
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