DEVOTION TO THE HOLY WOUNDS AND THE SEVEN LAST WORDS ON THE CROSS:
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The Rosary of the Holy Wounds

The Rosary of the Holy Wounds uses regular Rosary beads.

On the crucifix and first three beads:

O JESUS, Divine Redeemer, be merciful to us and to the whole world. Amen.
STRONG God, holy God, immortal God, have mercy on us and on the whole world. Amen.
GRACE and mercy, O my Jesus, during present dangers; cover us with Thy Precious Blood. Amen.

ETERNAL Father, grant us mercy through the Blood of Jesus Christ, Thine only Son; grant us mercy, we beseech Thee. Amen, Amen, Amen.


The following prayers, composed by Our Lord, are to be said using the Rosary beads.

On the large [middle] beads:
Eternal Father, I offer Thee the Wounds of our Lord Jesus Christ.
To heal the wounds of our souls.

On the small [decade] beads:
 My Jesus, pardon and mercy.
Through the merits of Thy Holy Wounds.

HISTORY: This devotion to the Holy Wounds and the Promises were revealed by Our Lord to Sr. Mary Martha Chambon (1841-1907), of the Monastery of the Visitation of Chambery. The cause for her beatification was introduced in 1937.

It is customary to honor the Five Wounds of Our Lord on the five decades.

PRAYER TO THE SHOULDER WOUND OF JESUS

It is related in the annals of Clairvaux that St. Bernard asked Our Lord which was His greatest unrecorded suffering and Our Lord answered: "I had on My Shoulder, while I bore My Cross on the Way of Sorrows, a grievous Wound, which was more painful than the others and which is not recorded by men. Honor this Wound with thy devotion and I will grant thee whatsoever thou dost ask through Its virtue and merit. And in regard to all those who shall venerate this Wound, I will remit to them all their venial sins and will no longer remember their mortal sins."

This revelation and promise of Our Dear Savior is another proof of His unlimited mercy. You are urged to say these prayers daily and to promulgate this prayer on a continuous basis, so that others may share in this blessing.


 


THE PRAYER
O Loving Jesus, meek Lamb of God, I a miserable sinner, salute and worship the most Sacred Wound of Thy Shoulder on which Thou didst bear Thy heavy Cross, which so tore Thy Flesh and laid bare Thy Bones as to inflict on Thee an anguish greater than any other Wound of Thy Most Blessed Body. I adore Thee, O Jesus most sorrowful; I praise and glorify Thee and give Thee thanks for this most sacred and painful Wound, beseeching Thee by that exceeding pain and by the crushing burden of Thy heavy Cross to be merciful to me, a sinner, to forgive me all my mortal and venial sins, and to lead me on towards Heaven along the Way of Thy Cross. Amen.
Imprimatur: +Thomas D. Beven, Bishop of Springfield.

Pope Eugenius III, at the earnest request of St. Bernard, has granted three thousand years Indulgence to all who with a contrite heart, recite the Lord's Prayer and Hail Mary 3 times, in honor of the Wound on the Shoulder of Our Blessed Redeemer.

PRAYERS AND DEVOTIONS TO THE HOLY WOUNDS

They have pierced my hands and feet...

The Sacred Wounds Jesus received during His Passion are part of the price for our salvation. Catholics have always loved and venerated these wounds, which Jesus still bears in His Risen Body, as an eternal sign of His redeeming Love.

Devotion in Honor of the Five Holy Wounds

As I kneel before Thee on the Cross, most loving Savior of my soul, my conscience tells me it is I who have nailed Thee to that Cross with these hands of mine, as often as I have fallen into mortal sin, wearing Thee with my monstrous ingratitude.

My God, my chief and most perfect Good, worthy of all my love, seeing Thou hast ever loaded me with blessings, I cannot now undo my misdeeds, as I would most willingly, but I can and will loathe them, grieving greatly for having offended Thee Who art infinite Goodness. And now, kneeling at Thy feet, I will try at least to compassionate Thee, to give Thee thanks, to ask of Thee pardon and contrition.  Wherefore, with heart and lips I say:

Oh! Sacred Feet, all gashed and torn,
   Bruised by the hammer's cruel blows,
Bathed in the life-blood dripping down
   From anguished Heart in bitter throes;
I press You to my lips in tears,
   With contrite sorrow, fervent sigh.
Dear precious Wounds, God's bleeding prayers,
   Ah! plead for me when death draws nigh.

Oh, Mangled Hands, transfixed and wan,
   in suppliance raised to Heaven above,
Pierced by the nails that torture wrung,
   From breaking Heart of burning love;
I press You to my lips in tears,
   With contrite sorrow, fervent sigh.
Dear precious Wounds, God's bleeding prayers,
   Ah! plead for me when death draws nigh.

Oh! Sacred Refuge, tender Side,
   Rent by the lance with cruel thrust,
There, where His Heart is, let me hide,
   There, where His love is, let me trust.
I press Thee to my lips in tears,
   With contrite sorrow, fervent sigh.
Most Holy Wound, allay my fears,
   Receive my soul when death draws nigh.

Wound of the Left Foot

Holy Wound of the Left Foot of my Jesus, I adore Thee!  I compassionate Thee, O my Jesus, for that most bitter pain which Thou didst suffer.  I thank Thee for the love whereby Thou was wearied in overtaking me on to way to ruin, and didst bleed amid the thorns and brambles of my sins.  I offer to the Eternal Father the pain and love of Thy most Sacred Humanity, in atonement for my sins, all of which I detest with sincere and bitter contrition. Amen.

Wound of the Right Foot

Holy Wound of the Right Foot of my Jesus, I adore Thee!  I compassionate Thee, O my Jesus, for that most bitter pain which Thou didst suffer.  I thank Thee for the love which pierced Thee with such torture and shedding of blood in order to punish my wanderings and the guilty pleasures I have granted to my passions.  I offer to the Eternal Father all the pain and love of Thy most Sacred Humanity, and I pray unto Him for grace to weep over my transgressions with burning tears, and to enable me to persevere in the good which I have begun, without ever swerving again from my obedience to the commandments of my God. Amen.

Wound of the Left Hand

Holy Wound of the Left Hand of my Jesus, I adore Thee!  I compassionate Thee, O my Jesus, for that most bitter pain which Thou didst suffer.  I thank Thee for having, in Thy love, spared me the scourges and eternal damnation which my sins have merited.  I offer to the Eternal Father the pain and love of Thy most Sacred Humanity, and I pray Him to teach me how to turn to good account my span of life, and bring forth in it worthy fruits of penance, and so disarm the angry justice of my God. Amen.

Wound of the Right Hand

Holy Wound of the Right Hand of my Jesus, I adore Thee!  I compassionate Thee, O my Jesus, for that most bitter pain which Thou didst suffer.  I thank Thee for Thy graces lavished on me with such love, in spite of all my miserable obstinacy.  I offer to the Eternal Father all the pain and love of Thy most Sacred Humanity, and I pray Him to change my heart and its affections, and make me do all my actions in accordance with the will of God. Amen.

Wound in the Sacred Side

Holy Wound in the Side of my Jesus, I adore Thee!  I compassionate Thee, O my Jesus, for the cruel insult Thou didst suffer.  I thank Thee, my Jesus, for the love which suffered Thy side and Heart to be pierced, that the last drops of Blood and water might issue forth, making my redemption to abound.  I offer to the Eternal Father this outrage, and the love of Thy most Sacred Humanity, that my soul may enter once for all into that most loving Heart, eager and ready to receive the greatest sinners, and from it may never more depart. Amen.

St. Bernard of Clairvaux

It is related in the annals of Clairvaux that St. Bernard asked Our Lord which was His greatest unrecorded suffering, and He answered: "I had on My Shoulder while I bore My Cross on the Way of Sorrows, a grievous Wound which was more painful than the others, and which is not recorded by men. Honor this Wound with thy devotion, and I will grant thee whatsoever thou dost ask through its virtue and merit. In regard to all those who venerate this Wound, I will remit to them all their venial sins, and will no longer remember their mortal sins."

Imprimatur: +Thomas D. Beven, Bishop of Springfield.

Sts. Gertrude the Great and Mechtilde

Jesus revealed to St. Gertrude that if any one of the following short prayers is repeated five times in honor of the Five Holy Wounds of the Lord, while spiritually kissing the Wounds devoutly and adding some prayers or good works, and offering them through the Sacred Heart of Jesus, they will be as acceptable to God as the most arduous devotion:

Jesus, Savior of the World, have mercy on me.  You to Whom nothing is impossible, bestow mercy to the wretched.

O Christ, Who by Your Cross, hast redeemed the world, hear us.

The Lord is my strength and my glory; He is my salvation.

Hail Jesus, my loving Spouse.  I salute You in the ineffable joys of Your Divinity; I embrace You with the affection of all creatures, and I kiss the Sacred Wound of Your love.

One day, before the Feast of the Ascension, St. Gertrude repeated the following salutation five thousand, four hundred and sixty-six times:

Glory be to Thee, sweetest, most gentle, most benign, sovereign, transcendent, effulgent, and ever-peaceful Trinity, for the roseate wounds of Jesus Christ, my only Love!

After completing these salutations, Our Lord Jesus appeared to her, more beautiful than the angels, bearing golden flowers on each Wound. With a serene countenance and tender charity, He said, "Behold in what glory I now appear to you. I will appear in the same form to you at the hour of your death, and will cover all the stains of your sins, and adorn you with a glory like that with which you have adorned My Wounds by your salutations. All of those who salute my Wounds with the same devotion shall receive the like favor."

You can say the above salutation 5466 times by praying five times a day for three years.  You may also add the following oblation which Jesus asked St. Mechtilde to pray after each division of five:

Let us pray. O Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God, accept this prayer, with that surpassing love, with which Thou didst endure all the Wounds of Thy most Holy Body. Have mercy on me, and on all sinners, and on all the Faithful, living and departed. Grant them grace and mercy, remission of sins, and everlasting life. Amen.

Sister Mary Martha Chambon

Mary Martha Chambon (1841-1907) was a lay Sister of the Monastery of the Visitation Order in Chambery, France. During her life, Jesus Himself is said to have revealed to her the following two invocations, giving her the double mission to adore and invoke the Sacred Wounds unceasingly and to revive this devotion in the hearts of creatures. She died in the odor of sanctity on March 21, 1907, and the cause for her beatification was introduced in 1937.

Eternal Father I offer Thee the Wounds of Our Lord Jesus Christ to heal the wounds of our souls.

My Jesus, pardon and mercy through the merits of Thy Sacred Wounds.

Here are some statements Jesus is said to have made to Sr. Mary Martha about this devotion:

"Come to My Wounds with hearts burning with love, and make the aspirations with great fervor that you may obtain the graces and favors you desire. Come to this wound in My Side; it is the Wound of Love from which issue flames of fire"

"You must pray that the knowledge of My Sacred Wounds may spread in the world." (As He said these words, Sr. Mary Martha saw five luminous rays of glory issue from the Wounds of Christ, and envelop the globe.)

"My Holy Wounds sanctify souls and insure their spiritual advancement...Offer Me your actions united to My Sacred Wounds, and even the smallest will have an incomprehensible value."

"Offer them often to Me for sinners because I thirst for souls. At each word of the invocation that you utter, I will let a drop of My Blood fall upon the soul of a sinner." "When you offer My Holy Wounds for sinners, you must not forget to do so for the souls in Purgatory, as there are but few who think of their relief. The Holy Wounds are the treasure of treasures for the souls in Purgatory."

(Nihil obstat: John A. Schulien, Censor Librorum; Milwaukee, WI, 2 May 1956. Imprimatur: +Albertus G. Meyer, Archbishop of Milwaukee, 1 May 1956.)

The prayers shown above, in honor of the Holy Wounds of Jesus, come from revelations to various saints and mystics. They are not part of the infallible teachings of the Church, therefore the promises attached to them should not be viewed in a superstitious manner, rather, the promises reflect the generosity of God and the prayers should inspire us to be more fervent in our love for the Holy Wounds of Christ.

 

Prayer to Obtain a Favor

O great Passion! O deep Wounds! O Blood shed in abundance! O meekness! O God of meekness, O cruel death, have mercy on me and grant my request if it be for my salvation. Amen. (mention your request)

O come and mourn with me awhile;
O come now to the Saviour's side;
O come, together let us mourn;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.

Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff and foes deride?
Ah! look how patiently He hangs;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.

Seven times he spake, seven words of love;
And all three hours His silence cried
For mercy on the souls of all;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.

O love of God!  O sin filled world!
In this dread act your strength is tried,
and victory remains with love;
Jesus, our love, is crucified.


* PRAYER OF INVOCATION
    Let us pray.
    Merciful God - as we remember how your son Jesus bore our
    sins in his body on the cross, how seven times he spake, seven
    words of love, we ask you to bless our hearing.
    Father, as we recall how  all three hours His silence cried
    for mercy on the souls of all, we ask you to help us to
    understand the mystery of your love, and make us into a people
    who are ever more worthy of it.
   Amen.


THE SEVEN LAST WORDS OF JESUS


THE FIRST WORD                                         Luke 23:33-34
     When they came to the place called "The Skull", they nailed
     Jesus to the cross there, and the two criminals, one on his
     right and one on his left. Jesus said "Forgive them, Father!
     They do not know what they are doing."

* Meditation on the First Word
"They do not know what they are doing"
They do not know?  They ...who killed Jesus?
Who is "they"?

It is so easy to name others
to blame others
the Romans
the crowd
Pilate, Herod, Caiaphas
they all played their part
and conspired against Jesus
or simply followed orders to maintain the peace
to keep Jesus' kingdom from infringing on theirs.

And yet where are we when Jesus' kingdom infringes on ours?
on our peace and our order?
on our prosperity and our security?

Where are we when the victims of our peace cry for justice?
when those disenfranchised by our order call for compassion?
when the hungry and the lonely  beg us to share our prosperity
     our security
     our power?
Where are we when Christ is crucified among us?

Surely he should have raged
at the sinners who nailed him to the tree.
Surely he should have raged at us for the evil we do,
the evil we do both knowing and unknowing,
Yet compassion is there in the first words that he utters
He intercedes for us before the Father.

Compassion that called him into being in his mother's womb
Compassion that compelled him to the cross
Compassion that brings incredible, unbelievable grace
Compassion that echoes through the centuries
     to all who participate in the killing of Christ:
Compassion that cries out from the cross:

     "Father, forgive them, they do not know what they are doing"


Extinguishing The Candle 
   Lord Jesus - you gave your life for us.
   You suffered and died that we might be made whole.


* Anthem:   What Wonderous Love Is This"  


THE SECOND WORD                                        Luke 23:39-43
     One of the criminals hanging there threw insults at him:
     "Aren't you the Messiah? Save yourself and us!" The other
     one, however, rebuked him, saying: "Don't you fear God? Here
     we are all under the same sentence. Ours, however, is only
     right, for we are getting what we deserve for what we did;
     but he has done no wrong." And he said to Jesus, "Remember
     me, Jesus, when you come as King!" Jesus said to him, "I
     tell you this: Today you will be in Paradise with me."
 
* Meditation on The Second Word
How much are we like the first thief?
Full of anger - because we are not rescued from our sin?
Full of hate - because we suffer because of the sins of others?

How much do we want God to snap his fingers
And make right what we have made wrong?
What we have allowed others to make wrong?

How easy it is to cry "save us"
and to rail against God
when there is no magic cure
no miraculous recovery
no legions of angels
to take away pain and bring wholeness.

How easy it is to scorn the Messiah,
to mock the goodness of the world
and condemn the light of the world
because we are unwilling to face what we we have done?

Yet there is goodness
There is a cure for sin
a cure that does not promise magical solutions
but promises that the pain of sin is not the end,
that when all this is over
when the suffering is finished
that the final word is not torture and defeat
but life -- life springing out of the ashes
life transformed and fulfilled in Paradise.

To the compassionate thief
To the one who could still recognize the good in the world
To the one who tried to comfort and protect that good
To the one who sought good -- Comfort was given

"Today, you will be in paradise with me."


Extinguishing The Candle
   Lord Jesus - you gave your life for us.
   You suffered and died that we might be made whole.


ANTHEM:  "Jesus Remember Me"  
               
 Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom
 Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.


THE THIRD WORD                                         John 19:25-27
     Standing close to Jesus' cross were his mother, his mother's
     sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. Jesus
     saw his mother and the disciple he loved standing there; so
     he said to his mother, "Woman, here is your son." Then he
     said to the disciple, "Here is your mother." And from that
     time the disciple took her to live in his home.

 
* Meditation on the Third Word
Who can grasp the grief?
the grief of Mary watching her son suffer?
the grief of Mary watching him die?

And who can grasp the grief of the son?
The son who must see his mother mourn?

What gift can a man give his mother?
What can he offer when he is gone?
How can he help her?
Hold her?
Comfort her?
Honour her?

"Woman, here is your son"

Here is one I love, to love you, and for you to love.
One who knows me
One who is my brother and who can speak of me.
One Who can hold you,
     comfort you,
     and honour you;
One who shares your grief

"Here is your mother"

Here is one I love, for you to love, and to love you.
The one who taught me,
the one who fed me,
the one who wiped away my tears
the one who hugged me,
the one who grieves with you.

Women, behold your children; children, behold your mothers.


Extinguishing The Candle
   Lord Jesus - you gave your life for us.
   You suffered and died that we might be made whole
.


ANTHEM:  "At The Cross Her Vigil Keeping" (VU 139 verse 1-5)


THE FOURTH WORD                                        Mark 15:33-34
     And when the sixth hour had come, there was darkness over
     the whole land until the ninth hour. And at the ninth hour
     Jesus cried with a loud voice, "Elo-i, elo-i, lama
     sabach-thani?" which means, "My God, my God, why hast thou
     forsaken me?"

* Meditation on the Fourth Word
Of all the agony of that tortuous day
the lacerations of the scourging
the chafing of the thorns around his head
the convulsions of his tormented, dehydrated body
as it hung in the heat all the day
Nothing reaches the depth of this anguished cry of desolation
"My God, my god, why hast thou forsaken me?"

Jesus, who found his purpose and strength in the presence of God
who was sustained by the immediacy of his relationship with God
and who endured all by the tangible power of God always at work
within him ,
always a centre of vitality and peace,
found himself totally alone on the cross.

Jesus, whose very being was God,
found himself utterly,
     absolutely,
     despairingly.
cut off from all that gives life and breath
cut off from all that gives purpose and hope
cut off from the source of his being
cut off, even from himself
plumbing the depths of the human condition
to walk in the place of the utter absence of God,
in the place of sinners
in the place of those who reject God.

"My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?"

In these words is the central mystery of the crucifixion
which cannot be fully comprehended,
that there is no despair so deep
or evil so overwhelming
or place so far removed from joy, light, and love
from the very heart of God
that God has not been before us,
and where God cannot meet us
and bring us home.


Extinguishing The Candle
   Lord Jesus - you gave your life for us.
   You suffered and died that we might be made whole.

O sacred Head, sore wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish, which once was bright as morn!

Thy grief and bitter passion were all for sinners gain,
mine, mine was the transgression, but thine the cruel pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Saviour, turn not from me thy face;
but look on me with favour, and grant to me thy grace.

What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.

Be near when I am dying, O show thy cross to me;
and for my succour flying, come, Lord, to set me free.
These eyes, new faith receiving, from thee shall not remove,
for all who die believing, die safely through thy love.


THE FIFTH WORD                                             John 19:28
     After this Jesus, knowing that all was now finished, said
     (to fulfil the scripture), "I thirst."

* Meditation on the Fifth Word
There is a kind of timelessness about hanging on a cross.
It is not a quiet death,
over in an instant in one glorious moment of martyrdom
like being torn apart by lions.
A cross is as much an instrument of torture
as it is a gallows from which to hang,

And as the day wears on
seconds stretch into minutes which stretch into hours
until there comes a point when time can no longer be measured
except in the gradual weakening of the body
and its ever more insistent demands
for that substance which is so vital to life
so foundational to all living things
so basic to existence as we know it: -- water.

Water to moisten a parched mouth
Water to free a swollen tongue
Water to open a rasping throat that cannot gasp enough air.
Water to keep hope alive
to keep life alive just a few moments longer.

Water, to a crucified man, is life.

"O God, thou art my  God, I seek thee,
my soul thirsts for thee;
my flesh faints for thee
as in a dry and weary land where no water is."

Who can tell if these words from Psalm 63 went through Jesus mind
but a thirst for water is a thirst for life
and a thirst for life is a thirst for God
who promises streams in the desert
mighty rivers in the dry land
and living water to wash away every tear.

Here, at the end of it all those promises seem far away, -
distant.
And yet Jesus - forsaken by God
still clings to the memory and the hope of life.

"I thirst."


Extinguishing The Candle
  
Lord Jesus - you gave your life for us.
   You suffered and died that we might be made whole.



THE SIXTH WORD                                         John 19:29-30
     A bowl was there, full of cheap wine mixed with vinegar, so
     a sponge was soaked in it, put on stlk of hyssop and lifted
     up to his lips.  When Jesus had received the wine, he said,
     "It is finished";

 
* Meditation on the Sixth Word
What a sigh of relief!
What a cry of deliverance,
that finally,
after seemingly endless pain
and gasping torment,
it is over at last.
The suffering is ended.
The ordeal is finished
and nothing remains
but the blessed peace of the absence of all sensation.

When all there is, is pain
its ceasing is the greatest blessing of all
even when its ceasing comes only with death.

But Jesus' cry is more than just welcoming the ending of pain
it is more than joy at the deliverance death brings.

He does not merely say, "it is over"
he says, "it is accomplished,
     fulfilled,
     achieved"

Jesus's cry isn't a cry of defeat and despair

It is a cry of success and triumph
- even at the moment of death -
that the race has been run
that he has endured to the end
that the strife is over
and the battle is won.

Jesus' cry is a cry of relief to be sure
but it is also a cry of victory:

"The work I came to do is complete"
there is nothing more to add
"it is finished"
 

Extinguishing The Candle
  
Lord Jesus - you gave your life for us.
   You suffered and died that we might be made whole.


 


THE SEVENTH WORD                                          Luke 23:46
     Then Jesus, crying with a loud voice, said, "Father, into
     thy hands I commit my spirit!" And having said this he
     breathed his last.

 
* Meditation on the Seventh Word
It is the end, the very end
the end of the ordeal
the end of the suffering
and Jesus
alone on the cross
tortured
exhausted
abandoned by his friends
forsaken by God
gasps for a last breath
and gathers the strength for one final cry.

Why would he choose to speak
so close to the end?
Why would he muster the last energy he had
to cry out with a loud voice?
Couldn't God have heard his thoughts?

Unless God wasn't the only one intended to hear.
Unless his voice was pitched loud
so that we too might hear this final dedication of his soul.

A dedication made despite the pain,
     despite the mocking,
     despite the agony,
     despite the sense of horrible aloneness he felt.

A dedication made to God
     before the resurrection,
     before the victory of the kingdom,
     before any assurance other than that
     which faith could bring.

Jesus entrusts his spirit -- his life --
     and all that has given it meaning --
     to God in faith,
even at the point of his own abandonment
when the good seems so very far away
he proclaims his faith in God,
the darkness cannot overcome it.

"Father, into your hands, I commit my spirit"


Extinguishing The Candle
   Lord Jesus - you gave your life for us.
   You suffered and died that we might be made whole.


SILENT MEDITATION


ANTHEM:  "There Is A Green Hill Far Away"                  - VU 152


Responsive Reading: Isaiah 53-4-6,9
L   Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows,
    yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God and afflicted. 
P   But he was wounded for our transgressions and he was bruised
    for our iniquities.  Upon him was the chastisement that made
    us whole.
L   All we like sheep have gone astray; each of us has turned to
    our own way; and the Lord has laid upon him the iniquity
    of us all.
P   He was assigned a grave with the wicked and with the rich
    in his death, although he had done no violence nor was any
    deceit in his mouth.

                       

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble,
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?
Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble,
Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?


Prayer of Dedication:
  
Lord God, you have given us everything.
   You have not held anything back.  
   Help us in like manner to give of ourselves
   Sanctify us Christ's name.
   Bless us and all that we think, feel, say, and do that we,
    like Jesus, may be a blessing unto others,
   We ask this and all things that we ask of you through him,
    saying the prayer that he taught us...
   Our Father, Who art......


HYMN:  "Were You There" (verses 3-5)                    - VU 144

Were you there when the sun refused to shine?
Were you there when the sun refused to shine?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble,
Were you there when the sun refused to shine?

Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble,
Were you there when they pierced him in the side?

Were you there when they laid in the tomb?
Were you there when they laid in the tomb?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble,
Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?


BENEDICTION
Depart now in peace - and may the Spirit of Christ, go with you,
may his faith and trust abide within you, and may the knowledge
of his love support you both now and forevermore,


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