Twelfth Station: Jesus dies on the Cross

Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you. 


All: Because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world


Leader: Pilate also had an inscription written and put on the cross. It read, “Jesus, the Nazarean, the King of the Jews.” Now many of the Jews read this inscription, because the place where Jesus was crucified was near the city; and it was written in Hebrew, Latin and Greek. From noon onward, darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon. At about three o’clock Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” Some of the bystanders who heard it said, “This one is calling for Elijah.” Immediately one of them ran to get a sponge; he soaked it in wine, and putting it on a reed, gave it to him to drink. But the rest said, “Wait, let us see if Elijah comes to save him.” But Jesus cried out again in a loud voice, and gave up his spirit. . . . (period of silence while kneeling). The centurion and the men with him who were keeping watch over Jesus feared greatly when they saw the earthquake and all that was happening, and they said, “Truly, this was the son of God.” John 19:19-20; Matthew 27:45-50,54


All: Lord Jesus Christ, at the hour of your death the sun was darkened. Ever anew you are being nailed to the Cross. At this present hour of history, we are living in God’s darkness. Through your great sufferings and the wickedness of men, the face of God, your face, seems obscured, unrecognizable. And yet, on the cross, you have revealed yourself. Precisely by being the one who suffers and loves, you are exalted. From the Cross on high you have triumphed. Help us to recognize your face at this hour of darkness and tribulation. Help us to believe in you and to follow you in our hour of darkness and need. Show yourself once more to the world at this hour. Reveal to us your salvation.


Our Father . . . Hail Mary . . . Glory be . . . 


Let me mingle tears with thee

Mourning Him who mourned for me, 

All the days that I may live. 


Thirteenth Station