(1540-1623)
Hail, true body, born of the Virgin Mary, who has truly suffered, was sacrificed on the cross for mortals, whose pierced side flowed with blood: Be for us a foretaste of heaven.
O sweet, O pious, O Jesus, son of Mary, Have mercy on me. Amen.
Sorrowful, weeping stood the Mother by the cross on which hung her Son. Whose soul, mournful, sad, lamenting, was pierced by a sword. Oh how sad, how afflicted was that blessed Mother of the Only-begotten. How did she mourn and lament, loving Mother, while she saw the torment of her divine Son?
What man would not weep if he saw the mother of Christ in such sorrow?
Who would not mourn with her, beholding Christ’s mother mourning with her Son? When the body dies, grant my soul may enter the glory of paradise.
Friday, March 3, 2023
Stations of the Cross, 6PM Music at 6:30PM
St. Elizabeth Church, Wilmington, DE
Rejoice, O virgin mother of God, Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee: blessed are thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, for thou hast borne the savior of our souls.
John Banionis
Anna Jacob
Odile Jacob
Wil Landis
Nicole
Eric
Alexis
Special thanks to Fr. Roger Di Buo, Lisa Borgia, and the community of St. Elizabeth Church for welcoming us back into this beautiful space!
Special thanks to the partners, grandparents, aunties and uncles for your unending support and the many hours of childcare!
Where charity and love are, God is there. The love of Christ has gathered us together. Let us rejoice and be glad in it. Let us revere and love the living God. And from a sincere heart let us love one another. Amen.
We adore thee, O Christ, and we bless thee, because by thy holy cross thou hast redeemed the world. O Lord, who suffered for us, have mercy on us.
As the hart longs for the water springs, So longs my soul for thee, O God.
My shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is his Name. In pastures fresh he makes me feed Beside the living stream. He brings my wand’ring spirit back When I forsake his ways. He leads me for his mercy’s sake In paths of truth and grace.
When I walk through the shades of death, thy presence is my stay. One word of thy supporting breath Drives all my fears away. Thy hand in sight of all my foes, Doth still my table spread. My cup with blessings overflows, Thine oil annoints my head.
The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days, O may thy house be my abode And all my work be praise. There would I find a settled rest, While others go and come, No more a stranger or a guest, But like a child at home.
When Jesus Christ was yet a child
He had a garden small and wild, Wherein he cherished roses fair, and wove them into garlands there.
Now once, as summertime drew nigh, There came a troop of children by, And seeing roses on the tree, With shouts they plucked them merrily.
‘Do you bind roses in your hair?’ They cried, in scorn, to Jesus there. The boy said humbly: ‘Take, I pray, All but the naked thorns away.’
Then, of the thorns they made a crown, and with rough fingers pressed it down, Til’ on his forehead fair and young, Red drops of blood like roses sprung.
Oh head, full of blood and wounds, Full of pain and scornful, O head, tied to ridicule with a crown of thorns; O head, otherwise beautifully decorated With highest honor and ornament, But now scolded: Hail to you!
O sacred head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, your only crown. O sacred head, what glory and blessing you have known! Yet, though despiesd and gory, I claim you as my own.
What language shall I borrow to thank you, dearest Friend, for this, your dying sorrow, your mercy without end? Lord, make me yours forever, a loyal servant true, and let me never, never outlive my love for you.
We adore your Cross, O Lord, And your holy Resurrection
We praise and glorify, For behold by the wood, Joy has come into the world. May God have mercy on us, and bless us. May the light of His countenance shine upon us, and have mercy on us.
Christ became obedient for us unto death, even to the death, death on the cross.
Therefore God exalted Him and gave Him a name which is above all names.
What wondrous love is this, O my soul, that caused the Lord of Bliss to bear the dreadful curse for my soul.
When I was sinking down, O my soul, Beneath God’s righteous frown, Christ laid aside his crown for my soul.
To God and to the Lamb, I will sing. To God and to the Lamb, who is the great “I AM,” While millions join the theme, I will sing.
And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing and joyful be, And through eternity, I’ll sing on!
IV. My Shepherd Will Supply My Need arr. Virgil Thomson (1896-1989) V. The Crown of Roses Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (1840-1893) VI. Crucem Tuam VII. O Sacred Head adapt. Hans Leo Hassler (1564-1612) VIII. Christus Factus Est Alexis Ward (b. 1988) IX. Wondrous Love Traditional arr. Alice Parker & Robert Shaw