At the cross her station keeping, stood the mournful mother weeping, close to at the last, The devotion begins with the opening prayer. After the opening prayer, a after each station a verse of the Stabat Through her soul, of joy bereavèd, Mater is sung. bowed with anguish, deeply grievèd, now at length the sword hath passed. At each Station the title is announced, and the following acclamation is said: O, that blessed one, grief-laden, We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you blessed Mother, blessed Maiden, Because by your holy cross you have redeemed the Mother of the all-holy One; world.

O that silent, ceaseless mourning, A short meditation follows, based on the event O those dim eyes, never turning commemorated at the Station. from that wondrous, suffering Son. One of the following prayers may be said by all: Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing, in her trouble so amazing, Our Father.... born of woman, would not weep? , full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Who, on Christ's dear Mother thinking, Blessed art thou among women such a cup of sorrow drinking, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. would not share her sorrows deep? Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. For his people's sins, in anguish, there she saw the victim languish, Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the bleed in torments, bleed and die. Holy Spirit. As it was in the begining, is now, and ever shall be; Saw the Lord's anointed taken, world without end. Amen. saw her Child in death forrsaken, heard his last expiring cry. Dying you destroyed our death, rising you restored our life, In the passion of my Maker, Lord Jesus come in glory. be my sinful soul partaker, may I bear with her my part;

of his passion bear the token, in a spirit bowed and broken bear his death within my heart.

May his wounds both wound and heal me, he enkindle, cleanse, and heal me, be his cross my hope and stay.

May he, when the mountains quiver, from that flame which burns for ever shield me on the judgment day.

Jesus, may thy cross defend me, and thy saving death befriend me, cherished by thy deathless grace: when to dust my dust returneth, grant a soul that to thee yearneth in thy paradise a place.