For Resignation in Tribulation

O Mary, Queen of Martyrs, Mother of God, and my most loving Mother, humbly prostrate at thy feet I dedicate myself to the compassion of thy Sorrowful Heart, which was plunged into such an abyss of woe and humiliation, and at the same time was such a prodigy of meekness, of patience, of charity, and of all virtues. O beloved Mother, this sacrifice of thy Heart was offered to show me the inestimable price of humiliations, to teach me that I too must take up my cross and follow my Jesus in the way of suffering, which is the true way to Heaven. Alas! until now I understood it not, and instead of following Jesus, I separated myself from Him, to run after honours and pleasures. Henceforward it shall not be so; I will follow Him, bearing whatever crosses He may be pleased to send me; I will imitate thee, the true model of invincible patience; I will accept tribulations with Jesus and thee, to be united with Him Crucified, and with thee, and that the more, because my sins were the cause of thy sufferings and His.

But thou knowest, my enemies never cease from attacking me and laying snares before me, to lead me astray from the royal way of the Cross. Do thou, therefore, O tender Mother, strengthen me, sustain me, and ever keep before me both thy sufferings and the example of thy fortitude. Obtain for me that I may ever have a lively faith, a firm hope, and an ardent charity, and that, being comforted by the remembrance of thy Sorrows, I may willingly accept the chalice of my tribulations, thus faithfully and cheerfully to accompany Jesus in His Sufferings. And in the great passage from time to eternity, do thou assist me in a special manner; deign to come with Jesus to mine aid; obtain for me that I may invoke thine and His most sweet Names, saying with my lips and my heart, "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, assist me in my last agony; Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, may I die with Thee in peace." Amen.

(Silent reflection... Hail Mary...)
O Mother Most Sorrowful, pray for us who have recourse to thee.



What a sea of tears and sorrows did the soul of Mary toss,
To and fro upon its' billows, while she wept her bitter loss;
In her arms her Jesus holding, torn so newly from the Cross.

Oh that mournful Virgin Mother, see her tears how fast they flow
Down upon His mangled Body, wounded Side and thorny Brow,
While His Hands and Feet she kisses, picture of immortal woe.


O come and mourn with me awhile;
See Mary calls us to her side;
Oh, come and let us mourn with her,
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.

Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! look how patiently He hangs,
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.

Come, take thy stand beneath the Cross,
And let the Blood from out that Side
Fall gently on thee drop by drop;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.


Our Lady, who is full of grace,
Stood in anguish at her place;
Stood erect beneath the Cross,
Close to Him Who died for us.

What must we, the guilty feel,
As beside the Cross we kneel?
Ours the voices of the foe;
Ours the hands that struck the blow.

Help us, Mary, full of grace,
To look upon His suffering Face;
Then may we closer to thee move,
And learn to look upon His love.


I can scarcely see Thee, Jesus,
For the tears that fill my eyes,
When I know on Calv'ry hanging
My dear Savior for me dies.

Ah, why not the Victim changing;
Why not I, the sinner, bleed?
Mine the sin, my dearest Savior;
Mine, yes mine, the wicked deed.

Gazing on Thy Cross so lowly,
I see there Thy Hands and Feet,
Torn by cruel nails and bleeding;
Who could Jesus so mistreat?

Whence the thorns Thy Head encircling;
Whence the spear that pierced Thy Side?
All one bleeding wound the Body
Of my Jesus Crucified.

All my sins have made me guilty
Of the torments Thou didst bear;
Let my love and service henceforth
All my wicked life repair.

In Thy Death my hopes reposing,
On Thy love my soul relies;
Let me suffer with Thee, Jesus,
That with Thee I may arise.


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 blessed, 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 my share with thee His pain, Who for all our sins was slain, Who for me in torments 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 blest! 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 this 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.

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