O sweet Mother! Fount of Love,
Touch my spirit from above
Make my heart with yours accord.

Consider how the women wept with compassion seeing Jesus so distressed and dripping with blood as he walked along.  Jesus said to them, "Weep not so much for me, but rather for your children."

My Jesus, laden with sorrows,
I weep for the sins which I have committed against You
because of the punishment I deserve for them;
and, still more, because of the displeasure they have caused You
who have loved me with an infinite love.
It is Your love, more than the fear of hell,
which makes me weep for my sins.
My Jesus, I love You more than myself;
I am sorry that I have offended You.
Never allow me to offend You again.
Grant that I may love You always;
and then do with me as You will.