V: Consider Jesus as He walked this road with the cross on His shoulders, thinking of us, and offering to His Father in our behalf, the death He was about to suffer.

R: My most beloved Jesus,
    I embrace all the sufferings You have destined for me until death.
    I beg You, by all You suffered in carrying Your cross,
    to help me carry mine with all Your perfect peace and resignation.
    I love you, Jesus, my love;
    I repent of ever having offended You.
    Never let me separate myself from You again.
    Grant that I may love You always; and then do with me as You will.

(Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be to the Father)

O, how sad and sore depressed,            
Was that Mother highly blessed            
Of the sole Begotten One.                

O quam tristis et afflicta
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater Unigeniti.

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