The Thirteenth Station: Jesus is placed in the arms of his Mother
We adore thee, O Christ, and we bless thee. Because by thy holy cross thou hast redeemed the world.
All you who pass by, behold and see if there be any sorrow like my sorrow. My eyes are spent with weepin; my soul is in tumult; my heart is poured out in grief because of the downfall of my people. "Do not call me Naomi (which means Pleasant), call me Mara (which means Bitter); for the Almighty has dealt very bitterly with me."
Lord Jesus Christ, who by thy death took away the sting of death: Grand to us thy servants so to follow in the faith where thou hast led the way, that may at length fall asleep peacefully in thee and wake up in thy likeness; for thy tender mercies' sake. Amen.
Holy God, Holy and Mighty, Holy Immortal One, Have mercy upon us.
Like St. Mary, may we treasure,
Such great love that none can measure,
and within its peace abide.
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