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