Our Lady of Sorrows Novena 2017 Third Day

DÜRER, Albrecht
Christ Among the Doctors
1506

And his parents went every year to Jerusalem, at the solemn day of the pasch, And when he was twelve years old, they going up into Jerusalem, according to the custom of the feast, And having fulfilled the days, when they returned, the child Jesus remained in Jerusalem; and his parents knew it not. And thinking that he was in the company, they came a day's journey, and sought him among their kinsfolks and acquaintance. And not finding him, they returned into Jerusalem, seeking him. And it came to pass, that, after three days, they found him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the doctors, hearing them, and asking them questions. And all that heard him were astonished at his wisdom and his answers. And seeing him, they wondered. And his mother said to him: Son, why hast thou done so to us? behold thy father and I have sought thee sorrowing. And he said to them: How is it that you sought me? did you not know, that I must be about my father's business? And they understood not the word that he spoke unto them. And he went down with them, and came to Nazareth, and was subject to them. And his mother kept all these words in her heart. And Jesus advanced in wisdom, and age, and grace with God and men. Lk.ii.

MOST BLESSED and afflicted Virgin, Queen of Martyrs, who didst stand generously beneath the cross, beholding the agony of thy dying Son; by the sword of sorrow which then pierced thy soul, by the sufferings of thy sorrowful life, by the unutterable joy which now more than repays thee for them; look down with a mother’s pity and tenderness, as I kneel before thee to compassionate thy sorrows, and to lay my petition with childlike confidence in thy wounded heart. I beg of thee, O my Mother, to plead continually for me with thy Son, since He can refuse thee nothing, and through the merits of His most sacred Passion and Death, together with thy own sufferings at the foot of the cross, so to touch His Sacred Heart, that I may obtain my request,

Here pause and name the favours which you are asking Our Sorrowful Mother to obtain for you through this Novena. (Let your secondary intention be to pray for the intentions of all the people making this Novena anywhere in the world. Thus a great mass prayer for all Novena intentions will arise to Our Blessed Mother.)

For to whom shall I fly in my wants and miseries, if not to thee, O Mother of mercy, who, having so deeply drunk the chalice of thy Son, canst most pity us poor exiles, still doomed to sigh in this vale of tears? Offer to Jesus but one drop of His Precious Blood, but one pang of His adorable Heart; remind Him that thou art our life, our sweetness, and our hope, and thou wilt obtain what I ask, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.


Hail Mary, Virgin Most Sorrowful, pray for us.
(Seven times)


The Stabat Mater
At the cross her station keeping,
Stood the mournful Mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.


Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
All His bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the sword had passed.


Oh, how sad and sore distressed
Was that Mother highly blest,
Of the sole begotten One!


Christ above in torment hangs.
She beneath beholds the pangs
Of her dying glorious Son.


Is there one who would not weep,
Whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ’s dear Mother to behold?


Can the human heart refrain
From partaking in her pain,
In that Mother’s pain untold?


Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,
She beheld her tender Child,
All with bloody scourges rent.


For the sins of His own nation,
Saw Him hang in desolation
Till His spirit forth He sent.


O thou Mother: fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above,
Make my heart with thine accord.


Make me feel as thou hast felt;
Make my soul to glow and melt
With the love of Christ my Lord.


Holy Mother, pierce me through;
In my heart each wound renew
Of my Savior crucified.


Let me share with thee His pain,
Who for all my sins was slain,
Who for me in torment died.


Let me mingle tears with thee,
Mourning Him who mourned for me,
All the days that I may live.


By the Cross with thee to stay;
There with thee to weep and pray,
Is all I ask of thee to give.


Virgin of all virgins best,
Listen to my fond request:
Let me share thy grief divine.


Let me to my latest breath,
In my body bear the death
Of that dying Son of thine.


Wounded with His every wound,
Steep my soul till it hath swooned
In His very blood away.


Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
Lest in flames I burn and die,
In His awful Judgment day.


Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
Be Thy Mother my defense,
Be Thy Cross my victory.


While my body here decays,
May my soul Thy goodness praise,
Safe in Paradise with Thee. Amen.



ANDREA DA FIRENZE
Crucifixion
1370-77

The Seven Sorrows of Our Lady
1. St. Simeon’s Prophecy
2. The Flight into Egypt
3. The Loss of Jesus in the Temple
4. The Meeting of Mary and Jesus on the Way to Calvary
5. The Crucifixion and Death of Jesus
6. The Piercing of the Side of Jesus, and His Descent from the Cross
7. The Burial of Jesus.

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