Jesus is condemned to die.
God, through sin, I crucify.

Jesus bears the bitter cross.
Bear me up in grief and loss.

Jesus falls in blood and woe.
Sins of mine have struck Him low.

Son and Mother meet in pain,
Must they grieve for me in vain?

Simon helps to bear the load.
Lead me, too, along the road.

On a cloth He prints His face.
In my soul Thy image trace.

Struck to earth again be me.
Help me rise to follow Thee.

" Weep for sins, " He tells them.
Jesus, make my grief sincere.

Thrice He falls, by lashes torn.
In Thy blood I rise, reborn.

Stripping Christ, they tear His skin.
Help me tear my flesh from sin.

In His hands, they drive the nail.
In Thy hands, I cannot fail.

Jesus dies, His all to give.
By Thy death, teach me to live.

Mary, as you take your Son,
Take me, too, when life is done.

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Buried with Christ who died for me,
May I rest at last in Thee.

�( Unknown Author )