Good Friday — Evening prayers
First Prayer O Jesus Christ! Eternal sweetness to those who love Thee, joy surpassing all joy and all desire, salvation and hope of all sinners, Thou who hast proved that Thou hast no greater desire than to be amongst men, even assuming human nature during the course of time for love of men, recall all the sufferings that Thou hast endured from the first moment of Thy conception, and especially during Thy Passion, as it was decreed and ordained from all eternity in the Divine plan. Second Prayer O Jesus! True liberty of Angels, Paradise of delights, remember the horror and sadness which Thou didst endure when Thy enemies, like furious lions, surrounded Thee, and by thousands of blows, insults, lacerations and other unheard-of cruelties, tormented Thee at will. Third Prayer O Jesus! Creator of heaven and earth, whom nothing can encompass nor limit, Thou who dost enfold and hold all under Thy loving power, remember the very bitter pain which Thou didst suffer when the Jews nailed Thy sacred hands and feet to the cross, blow after blow with big blunt nails, and not finding Thee in a pitiable enough state to satisfy their rage, they enlarged Thy wounds, and added pain to pain, and with indescribable cruelty stretched Thy Body on the cross, and dislocated Thy members by pulling them on all sides. Fourth Prayer O Jesus! Heavenly physician, raised aloft on the cross in order that through Thy wounds ours might be healed, remember the bruises which Thou didst suffer and the weakness of all Thy members, which were distended to such a degree that never was there pain like unto Thine. From the crown of Thy head to the soles of Thy feet there was not one spot on Thy Body that was not in torment, and yet, forgetting all Thy sufferings, Thou didst not cease to pray to Thy heavenly Father for Thy enemies, saying: “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” Fifth Prayer O Jesus! Mirror of eternal splendor, remember the sadness which Thou didst experience, when, contemplating in the light of Thy Divinity the predestination of those who would be saved by the merits of Thy Sacred Passion, Thou didst see at the same time the great multitude of reprobates who would be damned for their sins, and Thou didst complain bitterly of those hopeless, lost and unfortunate sinners. Sixth Prayer O Jesus! King most loving and most desirable, remember the grief which Thou didst suffer, when naked and like a common criminal, Thou wast raised and fastened to the cross, when all Thy relatives and friends abandoned Thee, except Thy beloved Mother who remained close to Thee during Thy agony and whom Thou didst entrust to Thy faithful disciple when Thou saidst to Mary: “Woman, behold Thy son!” and to Saint John: “Behold thy Mother!” Seventh Prayer O Jesus! Inexhaustible Fountain of compassion, who by a profound gesture of love, said from the cross: “I thirst!” suffering from the thirst for the salvation of the human race, I beg of Thee, O my Saviour, to inflame in our hearts the desire to tend toward perfection in all our acts, and to extinguish in us the concupiscence of the flesh and the ardor of worldly desires. Amen. Eighth Prayer O Jesus! Sweetness of hearts, delight of the spirit, by the bitterness of the gall and vinegar which Thou didst taste on the cross for love of us, grant us the grace to receive worthily Thy Precious Body and Blood during our life and at the hour of our death, that It may serve us as a remedy of consolation for our souls. Amen. Ninth Prayer O Jesus! Royal Virtue, joy of the mind, recall the pain that Thou didst endure when, plunged into the ocean of bitterness at the approach of death, insulted, outraged by the Jews, Thou didst cry out in a loud voice that Thou wast abandoned by Thy Father, saying: “My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?” Tenth Prayer O Jesus! who art the beginning and end of all things, life and virtue, remember that for our sake Thou wast plunged into an abyss of suffering from the soles of Thy feet to the crown of Thy head. In consideration of the enormity of Thy wounds, teach me to keep, through pure love, Thy commandments, whose way is wide and easy for those who love Thee. Amen. Eleventh Prayer O Jesus! deep abyss of mercy, I beg of Thee, in memory of Thy wounds which penetrated to the very marrow of Thy bones and to the depth of Thy being, to draw me, a miserable sinner, overwhelmed by my offenses, away from sin and to hide me in Thy wounds, from Thy face, irritated against me, until Thy just anger and indignation shall have passed away. Amen. Twelfth Prayer O Jesus! Mirror of truth, symbol of unity, link of charity, remember the multitude of wounds with which Thou wast afflicted from head to foot, torn and reddened by the spilling of Thy adorable Blood. O great and universal pain, which Thou didst suffer in Thy virginal flesh for love of us! Sweetest Jesus! what is there that Thou couldst have done for us which Thou hast not done ? Thirteenth Prayer O Jesus! Strong Lion, Immortal and Invincible King, remember the pain which Thou didst endure when all Thy strength, both moral and physical, was entirely exhausted, Thou didst bow Thy head, saying: “All is consummated!” Fourteenth Prayer O Jesus! Only Son of the Father, Splendor and Figure of His substance, remember the simple and humble recommendation Thou didst make of Thy soul to Thy Eternal Father, saying: “Father, into Thy hands I commend my spirit,” and when, Thy Body all torn and Thy Heart broken, and the bowels of Thy mercy open to redeem us, Thou didst expire. Fifteenth Prayer O Jesus! True and fruitful Vine! Remember the abundant outpouring of Blood which Thou didst so generously shed, pressed down and running over as the grape crushed in the winepress. Conclusion The Sign of the Cross: In place of the Our Father: In place of the Hail Mary’s, ten times: After the fifth decade, three times:
VENERATION OF THE RELIC OF THE HOLY CROSS
THE TRIUMPH OF THE CROSS
So profound here below,
Without great light and insight,
No one can ever know.
We need, to comprehend it,
A spirit high and free,
Yet we must understand it
If saved we want to be.
Our reason fights it too;
The scholar does not know it,
The devil lays it low.
The pious person often
Has it not in his heart.
Though he may say he loves it,
He plays a liar’s part.
Always suffer we must,
Climb Calvary’s steep hillside
Or be forever lost.
Great Saint Augustine says it:
That we are reprobate (damned)
If God does not chastise us,
If we are never tried.
By the way of the cross.
It is life’s royal highway
To take or to be lost.
Each stone is cut and sculptured
To measure overall,
So it may fit precisely
In Holy Sion’s wall.
To the great conqueror,
If he has not this glory
Of mast’ring self in pain?
If he has not for model
Christ dead upon the cross?
If like a man unfaithful
He spurns the sacred wood?
Enchained and conquered hell,
Overwhelmed the great rebel
And overcome the world;
He gives it as a weapon
To His good servants dear,
It either charms or disarms
Each hand and ev’ry heart.
To Constantine He said;
Yes, every striking vict’ry
Is in its bosom laid.
See throughout all of hist’ry
Its wonderful effects,
Its great and glorious vict’ries
In heaven and on earth.
Reason and politic,
The truth assures it boldly:
The cross is a great gift;
’Tis in this lovely princess
We find, in truth and deed,
All grace and ev’ry wisdom
And the divinity.
Its beauty wondrous rare,
The cross caused Him to come down
To our humanity.
On entr’ing the world He said,
“Oh yes, I want it, Lord.
“Good cross, I shall establish
“Thee in My very Heart.”
His honor did He make,
His eternal companion,
The sweet Spouse of His Heart.
From His most tender childhood,
When His Heart yearned and sighed,
It was to run and be with
His dear, beloved cross.
He sought it near and far,
He died a death so tender
And loving in its arms.
“A baptism I desire,”
Did He one day exclaim:
“The cross I love so dearly,
“The object of My love.”
A Satan scandalous,
When on the earth he wanted
From it to turn His gaze.
Adorable is His cross,
But His Mother is not:
Unutterable greatness,
Unfathomed here below!
Throughout th’entire earth,
Shall one day be translated
And rapt to heaven’s height.
The cross upon a bright cloud,
Full of charm and appeal,
Will judge all who behold it,
The living and the dead.
Against its enemies,
But joy and great indulgence
To all its faithful friends;
It shall give such great glory
To ev’ry blessed soul
And it shall sing its vict’ry
On earth and high in heav’n.
Sought nothing but the cross,
It was their great desire,
It was their only choice;
Not satisfied receiving
The ones that heaven sent,
To ever new and greater
Did each himself condemn.
Gave him more dignity
Than being the true Vicar
Of the Saviour on earth.
“O good cross!” cried Saint Andrew,
Transported by his faith,
“To give me life eternal
“May I die upon thee!”
Of his grand ravishment,
He finds his only glory
Nowhere but in the cross.
He has far greater honor
Inside his dungeon drear
Than in the wondrous rapture
That raised him up to heav’n.
Soft, heartless and remiss,
’Tis the cross makes them fervent
And full of heartiness.
In ignorance we remain
When we have naught to bear,
We receive understanding
Soon as we suffer well.
Is not of much great worth,
That soul is new, untested,
Unlearn’d as at its birth.
Sweetness supreme is savored
By an afflicted soul
When in pain it finds pleasure
Without being consoled.
The blessing of the Lord,
And by it does God pardon
And all our sins remit;
His desire is for all things
To bear this sacred seal.
’Less this sign be imprinted,
No beauty can He see.
Hallowed is the profane,
God takes possession of it
And cleansed is every stain.
He wishes us to place it
On forehead and on heart,
Before each undertaking
To play our victor’s part.
And our protection,
Our one and only true hope,
And our perfection;
’Tis such a wondrous treasure
That ev’ry heav’nly soul
Would return very joyful
To suffer here below.
The priest who says his Mass
Takes up no other weapons
To draw Him down from heav’n;
On the host the priest traces
Sev’ral signs of the cross;
By these great living emblems,
To Him he dictates laws.
He offers Him perfume
Of good and pleasing odor
Uncommon and most rare;
’Tis incense that he gives Him
When he does consecrate,
And yes, it is with this crown
That He would be arrayed.
Oh, It is seeking yet,
A heart forever faithful
And worthy of this gift.
It wants a truly wise man
Who suffers all for love,
Who carries with great courage
The cross unto his death.
For my words lower thee,
I am so full of rashness,
So insolent and free;
Because I have received thee
With such a troubled heart,
I have not ever known thee,
Forgive me for my sin.
Since now I know thee well,
In me make thy sweet dwelling,
Dictate to me thy laws.
O fill me, my fair princess,
With thy chaste, holy loves,
And give me perfect knowledge
Of thy most secret charms.
I want to possess thee.
But my heart so unfaithful
In my duty keeps me:
If thou would, my good mistress,
My languor vivify,
And my great weakness uphold,
I’ll give my heart to thee.
My honor, my gladness,
For my exclusive friendship,
My only happiness;
Engrave thyself, I pray thee,
Upon my heart and arm,
Upon my face and forehead,
I shall not be ashamed.
Thy wealthy poverty,
I take for all that’s tender
Thy sweet austerity.
May thy good and wise folly,
Thy holy dishonor,
Be all throughout my lifetime
My glory and grandeur.
When by thy mighty pow’r
And for thy greater glory
Thou wilt have cut me down,
But I am most unworthy
To die beneath thy blows
And to be contradicted,
A sign to one and all.
(Translation of the French hymn of Saint Louis-Mary of Montfort)
The Fifteen Prayers of Saint Bridget
Our Father… Hail Mary…
Remember O Lord, that during the Last Supper with Thy disciples, having washed their feet, Thou gavest them Thy Precious Body and Blood, and while at the same time Thou didst sweetly console them, Thou didst foretell to them Thy coming Passion.
Remember the sadness and bitterness which Thou didst experience in Thy soul as Thou didst pray: “My soul is sorrowful, even unto death.”
Remember all the fear, anguish and pain that Thou didst suffer in Thy delicate Body before the crucifixion, when, after having prayed three separate times, bathed in a sweat of blood, Thou wast betrayed by Judas, Thy disciple, arrested by the people of a nation Thou hadst chosen and elevated, accused by false witnesses, unjustly judged by three judges, all this in the flower of Thy youth and during the solemn Pascal season.
Remember that Thou wast despoiled of Thy garments and clothed with the garments of derision; that Thy face and eyes were veiled, that Thou wast buffeted, crowned with thorns, a scepter placed in Thy hands, that Thou wast fastened to a column and crushed with blows and overwhelmed with affronts and outrages.
— In memory of all these pains and sufferings which Thou didst endure before Thy Passion on the cross, grant that before I die, I may make with true contrition, a sincere and entire confession, make worthy satisfaction and be granted the remission of all my sins. Amen.
Our Father… Hail Mary…
— Through these torments and insulting words, I beg of Thee, O my Saviour, to deliver me from all enemies, both visible and invisible, and under Thy protection, may I attain the perfection of eternal salvation. Amen.
Our Father… Hail Mary…
— I beg of Thee, O Jesus, by the memory of this most holy and most loving suffering of the cross, to grant me the grace to fear Thee and love Thee. Amen.
Our Father… Hail Mary…
— Through this great mercy, and in memory of this suffering, grant that the remembrance of Thy most bitter Passion may effect in us a perfect contrition and the remission of all our sins. Amen.
Our Father… Hail Mary…
— Through this abyss of compassion and pity, and especially through the goodness which Thou hast displayed to the good thief when Thou said to him: “This day thou shalt be with me in Paradise,” I beg of Thee, O sweet Jesus, that at the hour of my death, Thou wilt show me mercy. Amen.
Our Father… Hail Mary…
— I beg of Thee, O my Saviour, by the sword of sorrow which pierced the soul of Thy holy Mother, to have compassion on me in all my afflictions and tribulations, both corporal and spiritual, and to assist me in all my trials, and especially at the hour of my death. Amen.
Our Father… Hail Mary…
Our Father… Hail Mary…
Our Father… Hail Mary…
— Through this anguish, I beg of Thee, O my Saviour, not to abandon me in the terrors and pains of my death. Amen.
Our Father… Hail Mary…
Our Father… Hail Mary…
Our Father… Hail Mary…
— May the fruit of Thy sufferings be renewed in my soul by the faithful remembrance of Thy Passion, and may Thy love increase in my heart each day, until I see Thee in eternity, Thou who art the treasure of every real good and every joy, which I beg Thee to grant me, O sweetest Jesus, in heaven. Amen.
Our Father… Hail Mary…
— Through this anguish and grief, I beg of Thee, O Lord, to have mercy on me at the hour of my death, when my mind will be greatly troubled and my soul will be in anguish. Amen.
Our Father… Hail Mary…
— By this precious death, I beg Thee, O King of Saints, comfort me and give me help to resist the devil, the flesh and the world, so that, being dead to the world, I may live for Thee alone. I beg of Thee at the hour of my death to receive me, a pilgrim and an exile returning to Thee. Amen.
Our Father… Hail Mary…
From Thy side, pierced with a lance by a soldier, blood and water issued forth until there was not left in Thy Body a single drop, and finally, like a bundle of myrrh lifted to the very top of the cross, Thy delicate flesh was destroyed, the very substance of Thy Body withered, and the marrow of Thy bones dried up.
— Through this bitter Passion and through the outpouring of Thy Precious Blood, I beg of Thee, O good Jesus, to receive my soul when I am in my last agony. Amen.
O sweet Jesus, pierce my heart so that my tears of penitence and love may be my bread night and day. May I be converted entirely to Thee, may my heart be Thy perpetual resting place, may my conversation be pleasing to Thee, and may the end of my life be so praiseworthy that I may merit heaven, and there, with Thy saints, praise Thee forever. Amen.
Brief Order of the Mass
Chaplet of the Holy Wounds
V. Eternal Father I offer Thee the wounds of Our Lord Jesus Christ,
R. To heal the wounds of our souls.
V. My Jesus, pardon and mercy!
R. Through the merits of Thy Holy wounds and the sufferings of Thy Holy Mother.
V. Eternal Father I offer Thee the wounds of Our Lord Jesus Christ,
R. To heal the wounds of our souls.