STATIONS OF THE CROSS.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXIII, Issue 48, 3 April 1896, Page 17

STATIONS OF THE CROSS.

(Air—" Mother of Mercy.") I Jesus is condemned to death, O Jeaui I life and light divine, Sentenced to death for bids of mine ; O would Buch joy were granted me, To die condemned for love of Thee. II Jems is loaded with tlie Cross. Now Jesus meekly besrs the load, And goes before us on the road ; His precious blood marks out me way, For ub to follow day by day. 11l Jesus falls the first time. See Jesus prostrate on the gronnd, And we in senseless pride abound ; O Saviour, by Thy depths of woe, Teach us ourselves and Thee to know. ir Jesus meett His blessed mother. Grant us, 0 God, a little share In Mary's grief and loving care ; That we may love Thee more and more, Thy suS'ringa and oar sins deplore. v Simm of Cyrene helps Jesus to carry His Cross. 0 teach me, Lord, Thy cross to bear, And joyfully Thy burden share ; In my poor neighbour may I see, My Saviour suff'riDg still for me. n Veronica wipes the face of Jesus. O cleanse us, Lord, from every staio, And make ns love and bless Thy nam« ; By Thy disfigured, bleeding face, Keep far from us foal Bin's disgrace. VII Jesus falls the second, time, Lord, in ttmptation'e bitter hour, Fast ktep us by Thy saving power ; Gi?« strength and courage still to stand, And journey on to promised land. VIII Jesus speaks to the women, of Jerusalem, Thy judgments, Lord, I greatly fear, And tremble at my end co near ; Give to my eyes a fount of tearp, To moarn awhile my »inful yearß.

IX Jesus falls the third timet O painful fall of priceless worth, To all who live upon this earth ; Jesus our God is brought down low, That we may strong in virtue grow. x Jesus is stripped of His garments, O God who clotbe3i lilies fair, With beauty's garment sweet and rare ; Put in our hearts true sense of shame, And clothe us with Thy grace again. XI Jesm is nailed to the Cross. The rough nails through Thy hands and feet, Now cruelly hold their burden sweet ; Lord, to Thy crosa nail fast my heart, From love of Thine no more to part. XII Jesiis dies upon the Cross. Dark shadows, Lord, are falling now, The sweat of death bedews Thy brow ; Thy Bacred Heart ceases to beat, And we kneel weeping at Thy feet. XIII Jesus is taken down from the Cross. Jesus has died upoa the tree, His preciouß blood all shed for me ; O Mary let thy grief be mine, And own me for a child of thine, XIV Jesus is placed in, the tomb. Wherever, Lord, shall be my grave, Grant me at length my boul to save ; That I may rise like Thee again, And live where Thou the King do9t reign.

Bey G. M. Hunt, Sf Patrick's Chnrcb, South Danedin.