The Eighth Station: the women of Jerusalem mourn for our Lord

We adore you, Christ, and praise you.
Because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.

Consider how these women wept with compassion at seeing Jesus in such a pitiable state, streaming with blood, as he walked along. ‘Daughters of Jerusalem,’ said he, ‘weep not for me, but for yourselves and for your children.’

My Jesus, laden with sorrows, I weep for the offences I have committed against you, because of the pains they have deserved, and still more because of the displeasure they have caused you, who has loved me so much. It is your love more than the fear of hell which causes me to weep for my sins.

I love you Jesus, my love, above all things;
I repent with my whole heart for having offended you.
Never permit me to separate myself from you again.
Grant that I may love you always,
then do with me what you will.

Our Father Hail Mary Glory Be