O PRIDE OF YOUR MOTHER AND HER UNIQUE FRUIT, O ONLY SON OF YOUR FATHER AND HIS GLORIOUS IMAGE, BEING SEPARATED FROM YOU HAS CUT ME AS WITH A KNIFE. YOUR SUFFERING STABBED ME AS WITH A LANCE. LET ME DIE BEFORE YOU AND NOT LOOK AT YOUR CONDITION.

O FRUIT OF MY WOMB, WHAT IS HAPPENING? YOUR BLOOD IS FLOWING, YET THEY KEEP BEATING YOU. WHO IS GOING TO HAVE COMPASSION ON ME BECAUSE OF YOU? WHO IS GOING TO MINGLE MY BLOOD WITH YOUR BLOOD? YOU ARE CRUCIFIED ON THE CROSS, AND YOUR SUFFERING WEAKENED ME.

WHAT ARE THESE WOUNDS IN YOUR PURE BODY?  THEY DEFORMED YOUR RADIANT BEAUTY. THE SPLENDOR OF YOUR FACE BECAME ASHEN.  YOUR TEARS FLOW LIKE RAIN.  YOUR SIGHS MELTED ME, AND YOUR SUFFERING WEAKENED ME.

O MOTHER OF JESUS, DAUGHTER OF THE MOST GLORIOUS FATHER;  O BRIDE OF THE MIGHTIEST HOLY SPIRIT; MAKE US SHARE IN THE SUFFERINGS OF OUR SAVIOR. ADORN US WITH THE GRACE OF OUR CREATOR, SO WE MAY SERVE YOU FOREVER, ALL HOURS AND ALL DAYS.


The priest blesses the people with the Holy Cross saying:
May the Grace of Our Lord, Jesus Christ be always with you. May the memory and power of His sufferings dwell in your hearts. May the sign of His pure Cross save you from all your enemies, in the name of The Father + and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

The choir sings:                        click here for more hymns  (Windows Media Player©)

 

O MY BELOVED, O MY BELOVED.  WHAT A CONDITION YOU ARE IN!  WHO BROUGHT SUCH AN AFFLICTION UPON YOU? WHO IS THIS FOOLISH ONE? 

O MY BELOVED, WHAT CRIME OR WRONG-DOING HAVE YOU COMMITTED, TO COVER YOU WITH WOUNDS WHICH ARE INCURABLE?

O DAUGHTER OF JERUSALEM, LOOK AT ME DROWN IN THIS ABYSS.  I WAS ABANDONED AND BETRAYED. DISTRESS HAS PIERCED MY HEART.  NO FRIEND, NO RELATIVES, NO ONE SHOWED UP TO TAKE THE SHAME AWAY FROM ME AND TO CONSOLE THIS DISTRESSED MAN.

Hymns for Good Friday:  AnalOumEl-Hazina ,  AynaKounna ,
                                   HobbiYaBintaChou'oub , InnaLMacihQadQam

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