Our Lady of Sorrows Novena 2017 Fifth Day

GOES, Hugo van der
Crucifixion
c. 1470


Then therefore he delivered him to them to be crucified. And they took Jesus, and led him forth.  And bearing his own cross, he went forth to that place which is called Calvary, but in Hebrew Golgotha. Where they crucified him, and with him two others, one on each side, and Jesus in the midst. And Pilate wrote a title also, and he put it upon the cross. And the writing was: JESUS OF NAZARETH, THE KING OF THE JEWS. This title therefore many of the Jews did read: because the place where Jesus was crucified was nigh to the city: and it was written in Hebrew, in Greek, and in Latin. Then the chief priests of the Jews said to Pilate: Write not, The King of the Jews; but that he said, I am the King of the Jews. Pilate answered: What I have written, I have written. The soldiers therefore, when they had crucified him, took his garments, (and they made four parts, to every soldier a part,) and also his coat. Now the coat was without seam, woven from the top throughout. They said then one to another: Let us not cut it, but let us cast lots for it, whose it shall be; that the scripture might be fulfilled, saying: They have parted my garments among them, and upon my vesture they have cast lots. And the soldiers indeed did these things. Now there stood by the cross of Jesus, his mother, and his mother's sister, Mary of Cleophas, and Mary Magdalen. When Jesus therefore had seen his mother and the disciple standing whom he loved, he saith to his mother: Woman, behold thy son. After that, he saith to the disciple: Behold thy mother. And from that hour, the disciple took her to his own. Afterwards, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the scripture might be fulfilled, said: I thirst. Now there was a vessel set there full of vinegar. And they, putting a sponge full of vinegar and hyssop, put it to his mouth. Jesus therefore, when he had taken the vinegar, said: It is consummated. And bowing his head, he gave up the ghost. Jn.xix.

MOST BLESSED and afflicted Virgin, Queen of Martyrs, who didst stand generously beneath the cross, beholding the agony of thy dying Son; by the sword of sorrow which then pierced thy soul, by the sufferings of thy sorrowful life, by the unutterable joy which now more than repays thee for them; look down with a mother’s pity and tenderness, as I kneel before thee to compassionate thy sorrows, and to lay my petition with childlike confidence in thy wounded heart. I beg of thee, O my Mother, to plead continually for me with thy Son, since He can refuse thee nothing, and through the merits of His most sacred Passion and Death, together with thy own sufferings at the foot of the cross, so to touch His Sacred Heart, that I may obtain my request,

Here pause and name the favours which you are asking Our Sorrowful Mother to obtain for you through this Novena. (Let your secondary intention be to pray for the intentions of all the people making this Novena anywhere in the world. Thus a great mass prayer for all Novena intentions will arise to Our Blessed Mother.)

For to whom shall I fly in my wants and miseries, if not to thee, O Mother of mercy, who, having so deeply drunk the chalice of thy Son, canst most pity us poor exiles, still doomed to sigh in this vale of tears? Offer to Jesus but one drop of His Precious Blood, but one pang of His adorable Heart; remind Him that thou art our life, our sweetness, and our hope, and thou wilt obtain what I ask, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.


Hail Mary, Virgin Most Sorrowful, pray for us.

(Seven times)


The Stabat Mater
At the cross her station keeping,
Stood the mournful Mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.


Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
All His bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the sword had passed.


Oh, how sad and sore distressed
Was that Mother highly blest,
Of the sole begotten One!


Christ above in torment hangs.
She beneath beholds the pangs
Of her dying glorious Son.


Is there one who would not weep,
Whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ’s dear Mother to behold?


Can the human heart refrain
From partaking in her pain,
In that Mother’s pain untold?


Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,
She beheld her tender Child,
All with bloody scourges rent.


For the sins of His own nation,
Saw Him hang in desolation
Till His spirit forth He sent.


O thou Mother: fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above,
Make my heart with thine accord.


Make me feel as thou hast felt;
Make my soul to glow and melt
With the love of Christ my Lord.


Holy Mother, pierce me through;
In my heart each wound renew
Of my Savior crucified.


Let me share with thee His pain,
Who for all my sins was slain,
Who for me in torment died.


Let me mingle tears with thee,
Mourning Him who mourned for me,
All the days that I may live.


By the Cross with thee to stay;
There with thee to weep and pray,
Is all I ask of thee to give.


Virgin of all virgins best,
Listen to my fond request:
Let me share thy grief divine.


Let me to my latest breath,
In my body bear the death
Of that dying Son of thine.


Wounded with His every wound,
Steep my soul till it hath swooned
In His very blood away.


Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
Lest in flames I burn and die,
In His awful Judgment day.


Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
Be Thy Mother my defense,
Be Thy Cross my victory.


While my body here decays,
May my soul Thy goodness praise,
Safe in Paradise with Thee. Amen.



ANDREA DA FIRENZE
Crucifixion
1370-77

The Seven Sorrows of Our Lady
1. St. Simeon’s Prophecy
2. The Flight into Egypt
3. The Loss of Jesus in the Temple
4. The Meeting of Mary and Jesus on the Way to Calvary
5. The Crucifixion and Death of Jesus
6. The Piercing of the Side of Jesus, and His Descent from the Cross
7. The Burial of Jesus.

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