The Sorrowful Mysteries

The Agony in the Garden

When Christ knelt in the garden

His heart was wrung with pain;

So full of grief and sorrow

His blood ran down like rain.

We should remember His agony

And never sin again.

The Scourging at the Pillar

They scourged our loving Saviour

Upon Good Friday morn.

So cruelly they scourged Him

That all His flesh was torn.

Our Lord was left forlorn.

The Crowning With Thorns

With thorns they crowned our Saviour

To mock Him as  a King.

They gave Him every insult

That cruel hearts could bring,

Though He is Lord of heaven,

God over everything.

The Carrying of the Cross

He took the cross so bravely

And dragged it up the hill.

For us He bore the burden

That was His Father's will.

His blessed Mother's footsteps

Were close beside Him still.

The Crucifixion

Upon the cross of Calvary

There He hung and bled.

While Mary stood there grieving,

His Seven Last Words He said.

Then came the last long hour.
And Christ our Lord was dead.

Sister Marie Evarista, S.C.
October 1954