Plenary indulgence, to all who from three o’clock on Good Friday until mid-day on Holy Saturday, either in public or private, spend one hour, or at least half an hour, in honour of our Lady sorrowing, in meditation or vocal prayer having reference to her sorrows, the Indulgence to be gained when the Paschal precept is fulfilled.
Ah, my Son, Thou art dead! He is dead! Ah, who is dead? It is the King of heaven; the Creator of the world, a God, who wished to die for us poor sinners.
See, if there be any sorrow like to my sorrow.
Come, O holy cross! come and show yourself this people; you are the fortunate Ark in which one can find salvation in the midst of the shipwreck of this world; you are the wonderful Rod that gives to men the strength to be able to become from monsters of iniquity, flourishing rods of holy virtues; you are the brazen Serpent at the sight of which sinners, poisoned by sin, may recover health; you are the predestined and resplendent Tree chosen among thousands to sustain the members of the Redeemer; and you are, finally, the sorrowful Altar on which the Saviour of the world wished to be immolated for our salvation.
Eternal Father, I offer Thee the Most Precious Blood of Thy Divine Son, Jesus, in union with the masses said throughout the world today, for all the holy souls in Purgatory, for sinners everywhere, for sinners in the universal church, those in my own home and within my family. Amen.
Behold how on that gibbet of pain, fastened by those cruel nails, he finds no place of rest. Now he leans his weight upon his hands, now upon his feet; but on what part soever he leans, the anguish increases. He turns his afflicted head now on one side, now on the other; if he lets it fall towards his breast, the hands, by the additional weight, are rent the more; if he lowers it towards his shoulders, the shoulders are pierced with thorns; if he leans it back upon the cross, the thorns enter the more deeply into his head.
After the nailing of one of His hands, the nerves shrink so that they had need of main force and ropes to draw the other hand and feet up to the places where they were to be nailed; and this occasioned so great a tension of the nerves and veins, that they broke asunder with a violent convulsion, as was revealed to St. Bridget: " They drew my hands and feet with a rope to the places of the nails, so that the nerves and veins were stretched out to the full and broke asunder ".
Ah! look at him also, you who love Jesus Christ; see his torn flesh, his dripping blood, the crown of thorns upon his head, the heavy cross upon his shoulders; and while one of the executioners drags him violently along by a rope, see how painful is his walk, see his body bent double, his trembling knees, so that it seems as if he would expire at every step.