Through her heart, His sorrow sharing
All His bitter anguish bearing
Now at length the sword has passed
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Consider how Jesus Christ, after being scourged and
crowned with thorns, was unjustly condemned by Pilate to die on the
cross
My adorable Jesus,
it was not Pilate;
no, it was my sins that condemned You to die.
I beseech You, by the merits of this sorrowful journey,
to assist my soul on its journey to eternity.
I love You, my beloved Jesus;
I love You more than I myself.
With all my heart I repent of ever having offended You.
Never let me be separated from You again.
Grant that I may love You always;
and then do with me as You will.
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