Reading I


A reading from the Letter to the Hebrews (Heb 5:7-9)


In the days when Christ was in the flesh,

he offered prayers and supplications with loud cries and tears

to the one who was able to save him from death,

and he was heard because of his reverence.

Son though he was, he learned obedience from what he suffered;

and when he was made perfect,

he became the source of eternal salvation for all who obey him.



Responsorial Psalm (Ps 118:1b-2, 16ab-17, 28)


R. (1) Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good.

Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good,

for his mercy endures forever.

Let the house of Israel say,

“His mercy endures forever.”


R. Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good.

“The right hand of the LORD is exalted;

the right hand of the LORD has struck with power.”

I shall not die, but live,

and declare the works of the LORD.


R. Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good.

You are my God, and I give thanks to you;

O my God, I extol you.


R. Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good.


Sequence (Optional) – 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 blessed

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 sweet Mother! font of love,

Touch my spirit from above,

Make my heart with yours accord.


Make me feel as you have 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 Saviour crucified.


Let me share with you his pain,

Who for all our sins was slain,

Who for me in torments died.


Let me mingle tears with you,

Mourning him who mourned for me,

All the days that I may live.


By the cross with you to stay,

There with you to weep and pray,

Is all I ask of you to give.


Virgin of all virgins blest!

Listen to my fond request:

Let me share your grief divine.


Let me to my latest breath,

In my body bear the death

Of that dying Son of yours.


Wounded with his every wound,

Steep my soul till it has 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 you shall call me hence,

Be your Mother my defense,

Be your cross my victory.


While my body here decays,

May my soul your goodness praise,

Safe in heaven eternally.

Amen. (Alleluia)




R. Alleluia, alleluia.

Blessed are you, O Virgin Mary;

without dying you won the martyr’s crown

beneath the Cross of the Lord.

R. Alleluia, alleluia.




From the Gospel according to John (Jn 19:25-27)


Standing by the cross of Jesus were his mother

and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas,

and Mary Magdalene.

When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple there whom he loved

he said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son.”

Then he said to the disciple,

“Behold, your mother.”

And from that hour the disciple took her into his home.




May the tears you shed for us make this valley parched by our hatred, blossom anew.  Amid the thunder of weapons, may your prayer turn our thoughts to peace.  May your maternal touch soothe those who suffer and flee from the rain of bombs.  May your motherly embrace comfort those forced to leave their homes and their native land.  May your Sorrowful Heart move us to compassion and inspire us to open our doors and to care for our brothers and sisters who are injured and cast aside. Holy Mother of God, as you stood beneath the cross, Jesus, seeing the disciple at your side, said: “Behold your son” (Jn 19:26).  In this way he entrusted each of us to you.  To the disciple, and to each of us, he said: “Behold, your Mother” (v. 27).  Mother Mary, we now desire to welcome you into our lives and our history.  At this hour, a weary and distraught humanity stands with you beneath the cross, needing to entrust itself to you and, through you, to consecrate itself to Christ.  (…)  Accept this act that we carry out with confidence and love.  Grant that war may end and peace spread throughout the world.  The “Fiat” that arose from your heart opened the doors of history to the Prince of Peace.  We trust that, through your heart, peace will dawn once more.  To you we consecrate the future of the whole human family, the needs and expectations of every people, the anxieties and hopes of the world. Through your intercession, may God’s mercy be poured out on the earth and the gentle rhythm of peace return to mark our days.  Our Lady of the “Fiat”, on whom the Holy Spirit descended, restore among us the harmony that comes from God. (Act Consecration to the Immaculate Heart of Mary, 25 March 2022)