Station Ten: Jesus is Stripped of His Clothes | Station Eleven: Jesus is Nailed to the Cross | Station Twelve: Jesus Dies |
They divided Your garments and cast lots for Your clothes. Stripped of all dignity, You had nothing of Your own. By your despoilment, O Lord, clothe us in Your mercy which is rich beyond words. Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be |
Nailed to the cross, You know how many feel who, bound by circumstance, year by year get nowhere. By Your riven hands and feet, Lord, help those fixed to a cross by long illness or misfortune. Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be |
Once the prophet said: "Who can believe our report?" God's Servant, crushed in sorrow, pierced for our offenses! Shall we not stand watching, Lord, mourning the sins You bear, rejoicing in the pardon You bestow? Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be |