Religijne - Lenten Lamentations (Part Three)

Introductory Hymn

Let us pray in contemplation
While we sing this lamentation.
With eyes teraful, hearts repenting,
Let us grieve with no relenting.
Lo, the sun and stars are fading;
sadness, nature all pervading.
Host of Angels, sadly weeping;
Who'll explain their deep bereaving.
Mountains, cliffs and rock are crumbling;
Sealed tombs open, loudly thund'ring.
Why such sorrow? desolation?
Overwhelming all creation?
Tis our Savior's sacred passion
Moving all to deep compassion.
Touch our hearts, O Lord most holy,
With contrition, true and lowly.
By Your precious Blood redeem us;
From sin, malice, oh Lord, free us.
May our lenten lamentations
Curb false ardor and wild passions.

Hymn

O my heart so cold
why do you not burn?
With fervor and real
why do you not yearn?
Jesus loves you so
buying you dearly.
Sheed His Blood freely.

Boundlesslove for men
drives Him to the Cross.
His arms embrace it;
His strenght suffers loss.
Exhausted and faint,
beneath its burden
Thrice He falls laden.

As they reach the hill,
Infamously sought
Docile to captors
He yields to their plot.
His hand and His feet
to the cross they nail;
The scorned King they hail.

Sweet nails and sweet wood,
free the Crucified,
Who for us sinners
so unjustly died.
His sacred Body,
we to rest will lay
On this mournful day.

Let my heart of stone,
smitten be with grief,
O my sweet Jesus,
cure my unbelief.
I'm sorry, Jesus
for offending You.
My God, I love You.

Let praise and honor
be to You, O Lord,
For Your cross, passion
wounds, death, O dear Lord.
All this You suffered
for our salvation.
God of Creation.

The Soul's Lament

Jesus,
cursed and jeered by the wild mob
as traitor and thief
adjudged to be guilty.
My Jesus, I love you.
Jesus,
unjustly by Pilate's word
handed to the mob
for Your crucifixion.
My Jesus, I love you.
Jesus,
carrying Your heavy cross
up the rugged hill
thrice severely falling.
My Jesus, I love you.
Jesus,
nailed to the shameful, hard cross
by beastly captors,
tering Your hands and feet.
My Jesus, I love you.
Jesus,
crucified with the two thieves,
for greater mockery
by the howling rabble.
My Jesus, I love you.
Jesus,
jeered by the gaping, large crowd
and the passer-by
reviled and derided.
My Jesus, I love you.
Jesus,
Whom the thief on the left side
blasphemed, cursing You
false prophet, deceiver.
My Jesus, I love you.
Jesus,
whose burning, unquenching thirst
was satiated
with a bitter potion.
My Jesus, I love you.
Jesus,
in crucial pangs of dying
off'ring Your Spirit
to Your Heavenly Father.
My Jesus, I love you.
Jesus,
taken down from the rough cross
and laid in the tomb
by loyal disciples.
My Jesus, I love you.

All hail, O Jesus, all honor to You,
For man degraded, humilated,
To You, all-holy, praises and glory.
To You, Christ Redeemer.

Mary's Dialog with the Soul

At the cross my station keeping.
I stand mournful, sadly weeping.
Mother tender and distressed.
Oh Mother, let me share with you
His cross, passion, wounds and death, too,
Looking back to Calvary.
At this moment, my own darling,
His limbs, veins, body, all gnarling,
In the bitter pangs of death.
Grieving Mother, please allow me
To share your grief, your comfort be
On the death of Your dear Son.
Praying to his Heav'nly Father,
He turns to me, His own Mother,
Trusting all mankind to me.
Holy Mary, let me carry
His cross, passion, deeply bury
In my soul redeemed by Him.

Through Your wounds and sacred passion,
Lord and Savior, show us Your compassion.