V: We adore You, O Christ, and we praise You. (Genuflect)
R: Because, by Your holy cross, You have redeemed the world. (Rise)
V: Consider how Your Jesus, after three hours of agony on the cross, is finally overwhelmed with suffering and, abandoning Himself to the weight of His body, bows His head and dies. (Kneel)
R: My dying Jesus, / I devoutly kiss the cross on which You would die for love of me. / I deserve, because of my sins, to die a terrible death; / but Your death is my hope. / By the merits of Your death, / give me the grace to die embracing Your feet and burning with love of You. / I yield my soul into Your hands. / I love You with my whole heart. / I am sorry that I have offended You. / Never let me offend You again. / Grant that I may love You always; and then do with me as You will.
(Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be.)
Let me mingle tears with thee
Mourning Him who mourned for me,
All the days that I may live.
My Beloved is dying. He who had done so much for me... He who had given me such gifts of love... He who is more than kindness, more than good... He who shone Divinity with every bright twinkle of His beautiful eyes... He who suffered, and continues to suffer, the greatest of agonies... He who, for my sake, took the burden of all my guilt and destitution upon Himself... oh how can I console Him!?
"Father, forgive them, they know not what they do."
Even now the soldiers torture Him. Even now, in my mind, I see my own sin still tormenting Him so long after His suffering. His flesh and blood are food and drink for the creatures who so many times bring Him pain. What love is this!? The Most High God, the Most Perfect Man, now hangs on a cross of pain. He is sacrificing Himself as a whole and complete oblation, giving all He has to give, to me. What love is this?
"Woman, this is your son."
The most beautiful woman in heaven or earth stands before me. Her face is stained with tears. Her arms are gentle, and her smile sweet. He loves her, and I see His love. He puts in her hands all His children, and knows that she will care for them all. Beneath His scarred eye is a spirit that knows the good He will give to this woman, to repay the love which she shows.
"John, this is your mother."
I see the man who laid his head on the breast of Jesus. I see the beloved one of my Lord, the one who would never leave Him. I see my saviors trust, and the young man's love. This is the friend of my Jesus... the friend of God made Man is entrusted with receiving His Mother.
His words drive right into my heart... for what does my Jesus thirst? He thirst for my love, and for purity, and for righteousness... and yet He receives only vinegar.
"You will be with me today in Paradise."
My merciful Lord, my sweet Jesus, you forgive all sins.. and you beg your children to come back to you, so that you might make them happy forever. No matter what we have done, you are willing to bear the burden and sorrows so that we may live in joy. Repentance and love in a heart you see and this you never deny. My Jesus, I love all people with my whole heart because I love you and I know that you love them.
"It is finished. Father, into your hands I commit my Spirit."
Finally, as I look, His agony is ending. For three hours I have gazed on the form of Jesus, writhing in utter pain. He has gives so much, until He gives all that He can give. Not just a single tear, or a single slash of the whip, does He offer to the Father for us... but He gives all that can be given on heaven or on earth. Now, it is finished, He has given all. As the soul of Jesus breaks forth from His body, so too does my heart break and all my strength fails me. My beloved has died, and an unbearable darkness envelops me as a great storm comes over the earth.
I lurch forward in an attempt to stop the soldier from piercing the side of my dead Lord, but I cannot stop him, the point of his weapon delves into the heart of Jesus, from which springs forth blood and water... Yes, Jesus, it is finished. By Thy Holy Cross, Thou truly hast redeemed the world.