Condemned king to death by Pirate, scourged and crowned with thorns Flesh torn in payment for our sins, Jesus took up His cross Falling for the first time drained by weight upon his shoulders Surrounded by hate, his mother's presence lighted his face Footsteps began faltering Simon helps carry his cross Veronica wiped man's cruelty from our Saviour's face Falling a second time his strength failed dwindling to the ground Kind women weep not for for me but yourself and children's sake He fell a third time dragged then prodded to move forward Stripped of his garments my merciless executioners Nailed unto a cross hands and feet until his cruel end He commended his soul to the Father's love then breathed his last Taken down placed onto our blessed mother's loving arms His body wrapped and anointed with spices placed in the tomb