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O Come and Mourn with Me Awhile by Frederick W. Faber
O come and mourn with me awhile; And tarry here the cross beside; O come, together let us mourn; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
Have we no tears to shed for Him, While soldiers scoff and foes deride? Ah! look how patiently He hangs; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
How fast His hands and feet are nailed; His blessed tongue with thirst is tied, His failing eyes are blind with blood: Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
His mother cannot reach His face; She stands in helplessness beside; Her heart is martyred with her Son’s: Jesus, our Lord, is Crucified.
Seven times He spoke, seven words of love; And all three hours His silence cried For mercy on the souls of men; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
Come, let us stand beneath the cross; So may the blood from out His side Fall gently on us drop by drop; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
O break, O break, hard heart of mine! Thy weak self-love and guilty pride His Pilate and His Judas were: Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
A broken heart, a fount of tears, Ask, and they will not be denied; A broken heart love’s cradle is: Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
O love of God! O sin of man! In this dread act Your strength is tried; And victory remains with love; For Thou our Lord, art crucified!
[Photo: taken on my pilgrimage to Santa Maria del Pi in Barcelona]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m21w1fX8eS1qme924o1_400.jpg)
I adore you, O glorious Cross, which was adorned with the heart and body of my Savior, Jesus Christ, stained and covered with blood. I adore you O holy Cross, out of love for He who is my Savior and my God.
If you say this ^ prayer 5 times today (Good Friday), it releases 33 souls form Purgatory.And on any other Friday, saying it 5 times releases 5 souls from Purgatory.
—-as declared by Pope Pius IX.
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O Sacred Head, surrounded by crown of piercing thorn! O bleeding Head, so wounded, reviled and put to scorn! Our sins have marred the glory of Thy most Holy Face, yet angel hosts adore Thee and tremble as they gaze I see Thy strength and vigor all fading in the strife, and death with cruel rigor, bereaving Thee of life; O agony and dying! O love to sinners free! Jesus, all grace supplying, O turn Thy face on me. In this Thy bitter passion, Good Shepherd, think of me with Thy most sweet compassion, unworthy though I be: beneath Thy cross abiding for ever would I rest, in Thy dear love confiding, and with Thy presence blest. But death too is my ending; In that dread hour of need, My friendless cause befriending, Lord, to my rescue speed: Thyself, O Jesus, trace me, Right passage to the grave, And from Thy cross embrace me, With arms outstretched to save.
[Photo: “The Crowning with Thorns” taken on my pilgrimage to the Basilica Abbey of Montserrat, Spain]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m21up4otms1qme924o1_400.jpg)
