Prayer For Every Station Of The Cross

V: We adore You, O Christ, and we praise You. (Genuflect)

R: Because, by Your holy cross, You have redeemed the world. (Rise)

V: Consider how Jesus Christ, after being scourged and crowned with thorns, was unjustly condemned by Pilate to die on the cross. (Kneel)

R: My adorable Jesus,

it was not Pilate;

no, it was my sins that condemned You to die.

I beseech You, by the merits of this sorrowful journey,

to assist my soul on its journey to eternity.

I love You, beloved Jesus;

I love You more than I love myself.

With all my heart I repent of ever having offended You.

Grant that I may love You always; and then do with me as You will.


O Jesus, who for our sins did bear the heavy burden of the cross and did fall under its weight, may the thoughts of your suffering make us watchful over ourselves and save us from any grievous fall into sin.


O Jesus, our adorable Saviour, we now contemplate Your sacred passion. Help us to understand that the sufferings of our life are the continuation of Your passion. We ask for strength of our souls to go through our passion, in the spirit with which You went through Yours. Amen.


My Lord, Jesus Christ,

You have made this journey to die for me with unspeakable love;

and I have so many times ungratefully abandoned You. | But now I love You with all my heart;

and, because I love You, I am sincerely sorry for ever having offended You.

Pardon me, my God, and permit me to accompany You on this journey.

You go to die for love of me;

I want, my beloved Redeemer, to die for love of You.

My Jesus, I will live and die always united to You.

At the cross her station keeping

Stood the mournful Mother weeping

Close to Jesus to the last


My good and dear Jesus,

I kneel before You,

asking You most earnestly

to engrave upon my heart

a deep and lively faith, hope, and charity,

with true repentance for my sins,

and a firm resolve to make amends.

As I reflect upon Your five wounds,

and dwell upon them

with deep compassion and grief,

I recall, good Jesus,

the words the Prophet David spoke

long ago concerning Yourself:

They pierced My hands and My feet;

they have numbered all My bones.