THIRTEENTH STATION: THE BODY OF JESUS IS PLACED IN
THE ARMS OF HIS MOTHER
  
Officiant:   We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you:
 
People:     Because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.
 
Officiant:   All you who pass by, behold and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow. My
                 eyes are spent with weeping; my soul is in tumult; my heart is poured out in
                 grief because of the downfall of my people. "Do not call me Naomi (which means
                 Pleasant), call me Mara (which means Bitter); for the Almighty has dealt very
                 bitterly with me."
 
Officiant:  Her tears run down her cheeks:
 
People:    And she has none to comfort her.
 
Officiant:  Let us pray.
                Lord Jesus Christ, by your death you took away the sting of death: Grant to us
                your servants so to follow in faith where you have led the way, that we may at
                length fall asleep peacefully in you and wake up in your likeness; for your tender
                mercies’ sake.
 
People:   Amen.
 
All:          Holy God,
               Holy and Mighty,
               Holy Immortal One,
               Have mercy upon us.