Our Lady Of Sorrows

Beneath the cross the Mother kept

Bleak vigil under darkened skies.

Upon the cross her Son hung nailed,

Stabbed through by crowds of hostile eyes.

"And your own soul a sword shall pierce,"

The old man in the Temple said,

The Spirit's sword, the word of God -

God's word be done, was all she said.

Upon the cross the Savior died;

Beneath, the Mother bowed her head;

Above the storm broke harsh and wild -

God's word be done, was all she said.

A soldier came and thrust him through;

The blood and water proved him dead.

They laid his body in her arms -

God's word be done, was all she said.

At vigil's end, the Crucified

Arose from death her glorious Lord.

Prayer:

O God, when your Son was hung high on the cross

you willed that his Mother should stand by him and suffer with him.

Grant to your Church that she may share, through Mary, in Christ’s passion

and deserve to share also in his resurrection.

Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son,

who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit,

God for ever and ever.

Amen