Way Of The Cross
Act Of Sorrow
Dear broken-hearted Savior, suffering for
love of me, what shame I feel
in the presence
of such stupendous generosity.
I, so cold,
so indifferent, so insensitive
to the heroism
of my God and Friend.
What words can ever tell of the
my soul at the sight of my poor
What reparation can I make You,
for the many times I have been
acknowledge You for my Master
and my King?
Dear broken-hearted Christ, forgive
I love You better than I know
more deeply over my unfaithfulness
than my life gives proof.
Give me the strength, most gracious
to prove to You my love.
1. Jesus Is Condemned to Death
The great Love of souls is betrayed by His
friends! He is deserted by those for whom
He has done much! He is suspected and brought
before the authorities! He, the perfect Man,
is to be judged! He is condemned to die because
they can find no guilt in Him!
Have I ever been betrayed by friends?
Have I had those to whom I have been kind,
fail me at a crucial moment?
Have I had my words and actions twisted and
What suffering is this! How did I act under
Did I turn untrue, because others were unfair
Christ was silent! He remained true in the
face of infidelity.
He is my model.
2. Jesus Carries His Cross
Christ has spent the night in humiliation,
in company with soldiers, who have spit upon
Him, struck Him in the face, mocked Him and
laughed Him to scorn. He has been beaten
until His body is one mass of wounds and
His head crowned with thorns. In this condition
He is ordered to take the cross! He stretches
out His arms and lifts it to His shoulder!
No word escapes His fevered lips!
What a picture of human cruelty
and of love
What a beautiful Cross-bearer
is Jesus Christ!
How great He is, weighed down
And I! What picture do I make
with the cross
upon my shoulder?
Or do I drag it by my side half-heartedly,
glum and sullen?
Perhaps I cast it from me and
I must follow Christ. All cross-bearers
close to Christ.
3. Our Lord Falls the First Time
The exhausted, bleeding, heart-broken Christ
falls from weakness. The burden is too heavy
for His delicate frame. But His soul! That
superb and noble soul wavers not as the worn-out
body stumbles to the ground. He struggles
to His feet and moves on through that hard,
unfeeling crowd. Christ’s love for me carried
Perhaps it may be that my cross
to me when I am spent and weary.
I may be
worn out by long vigil near a
sick bed. My
nerves may be unstrung from constant
with trying persons. The body
may grow weak,
but may my soul rise up and grapple
these difficulties in order than
may not be marred, nor lose any
of its splendor.
Dear, patient Christ, sustain
4. Jesus Meets His Mother
The suffering Christ meets His tender Mother!
Two sublime cross-bearers stand face to face.
What depths of anguish in their hearts! What
marvels of strength of soul sustain them!
Each understands the other’s sorrow. Not
a word of complaint! Not a murmur, not a
sigh! Nothing mars the beauty of the stupendous
work of the cross.
Were I to meet my beloved Mother at a turn
of the road of life, would she find me carrying
my cross valiantly as becomes one who draws
strength fro the church of Christ?
Would she find me toiling up the hill of
self-control, of generosity towards her Son,
and of willingness to sacrifice all for Him?
Dearest Mother, meet me ever
on my way.
Remind me of my duty.
5. Simon Helps Jesus Carry His Cross
What acute pain, to the sensitive heart of
Christ, must have been the reluctance of
Simon of Cyrene to give Him relief!
What a wondrous favor it was
for Simon, even
reluctantly, to lift that precious
Walking alongside the dear Man
a change comes over him. Close
to that loving
heart he finds his own transformed!
of his sanctification has begun.
This is Christ’s return for Simon’s
help! The reward of a magnanimous
a small, cowardly service!
Do I crawl back, away from Christ,
crowd of the world, ashamed to
be an associate
of this Man of Sorrows—this disfigured,
Do I skulk away, afraid to lift
high. Afraid to travel in the
ranks of the
majestic King of Calvary?
My God, what a coward I am!
Give me strength to be loyal
to Your cause.
6. Veronica Wipes the Face of Jesus
Veronica passes through the rabble to wipe
the face of the most beautiful of men. The
face that, even in its bruised and wounded
state, attracts and sanctifies.
With gentle tenderness, Veronica lifts the
towel to the blood-stained face. She smoothes
aside the hair that falls upon His forehead.
The blood and dirt and spittle are stuck
fast, but the face, that lovely, hallowed
face, leaves its impress on the love-held
Veronica steps back from out of the crowd,
not knowing what she holds within her hands
until, in the shadow of her home, she falls
upon her knees in wondering, trembling awe!
Her master and her King has thanked her in
His own sweet, tender way!
Dearest Lord, may I so spend myself for others,
through the love of You that, day by day,
the impress of Your life may stamp itself
upon every thought and word and deed. May
I be ever on the watch for passerby, in need
of comfort and of help.
J. S. E., Vine and Branch, New York: The
Devin-Adair Company, 1918. Nihil Obstat,