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See Stations of the Cross, Tenebrae responsories

Antiphoni

The first 12 according to Coeleste Palmetum (1741)

  1. Dixerunt impii (Dixerunt impii adpud se (Cornelius Canis), Ecclesiasticarum cantionum quinque vocum, liber 7)
  2. Ave Rex noster Ave Rex noster (Antonio Cifra) a 4
  3. Humiliavit semetipsum (Christus factus est)
  4. O vos omnes
  5. Nos autem gloriari
  6. Ecce vidimus eum Palstrina a 4
  7. Tradiderunt me
  8. Filiae Ierusalem
  9. Popule meus…te eduxi de terra Aegypti
  10. Popule meus…eduxi te de domo servitutis
  11. Popule meus…te exaltavi magna virtute
  12. Ecce quomodo moritur
  13. Cui comparabo te (Thursday iii lectio Mem) (Lassus a 4)
  14. Aestimatus sum cum descendentibus in lacum Lasso a 4

With hymns

VIA CRUCIS

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1. The royal banners forward go;
The Cross shines forth in mystic glow
Where He, by whom our flesh was made,
In that same flesh our ransom paid.

2. Where deep for us the spear was dyed,
Life’s torrent rushing from His side
To wash us in the precious flood
Where flowed the water and the blood.

3. Fulfilled is all that David told
In true prophetic song of old:
That God the nations’ King should be
And reign in triumph from the tree.



I Pilate condemns Jesus to die

1. Thirty years among us dwelling,
His appointed time fulfill'd,
Born for this, He meets his Passion,
For that this He freely will'd:
On the Cross the Lamb is lifted,
Where His life-blood shall be spilled.


II Jesus accepts his cross

2. Faithful Cross! above all other,
One and only noble tree!
None in foliage, none in blossom,
None in fruit thy peers may be:
Sweetest Wood, and sweetest Iron!
Sweetest Weight is hung on thee.


III Jesus falls for the first time

3. Bend thy boughs, O Tree of Glory!
Thy relaxing sinews bend;
For awhile the ancient rigour,
That thy birth bestowed, suspend;
And the King of Heavenly Beauty
On thy bosom gently tend!


IV Jesus meets his mother, Mary

1. 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 has passed.


V Simon of Cyrene helps carry the cross

2. O how sad and sore distressed
was that Mother, highly blest,
of the sole-begotten One.
Christ above in torment hangs,
she beneath beholds the pangs
of her dying glorious Son.


VI Veronica wipes the face of Jesus

3. 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?


VII Jesus falls for the second time

4. 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.


VIII Jesus meets the women of Jerusalem

5. 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.


IX Jesus falls for the third time

6. Holy Mother! pierce me through,
in my heart each wound renew
of my Savior crucified:
Let me share with thee His pain,
who for all my sins was slain,
who for me in torments died.


X Jesus is stripped of his clothes

7. 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.


XI Jesus is nailed to the cross

8. 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.


XII Jesus dies on the cross

9. 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 His awful Judgment Day.


XIII Jesus is taken down from the cross

10. Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
by Thy Mother my defense,
by Thy Cross my victory;
While my body here decays,
may my soul Thy goodness praise,
safe in paradise with Thee.
Amen.


XIV Jesus is placed in the tomb

O cross, our one reliance, hail!
Still may thy power with us avail
To save us sinners from our sin,
God’s righteousness for all to win.

Vexilla regis (tr. after Caswall)
Pange lingua gloriosi (tr. John Mason Neale)
Stabat mater (tr. Caswall)