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 ''and Nicodemus,  took  Him  down from  the  Gross,  and  placed  Him  in the  arms  of  His  afflicted  Mother,  who received  Him  with  unutterable  tenderness, and  pressed  Him  to  her  bosom. ''

MOTHER of  sorrow,  for  the love of  this  Son,  accept  me for  thy  servant,  and  pray  to  Him for me. And Thou,  my  Redeemer, since Thou  hast  died  for  me,  permit me  to  love  Thee;  for  I  wish but Thee,  and  nothing  more. I love Thee,  my  Jesus,  and  I  repent of ever  having  offended  Thee. Never permit  me  to  offend  Thee again. Grant that  I  may  love  Thee always; and  then  do  with  me  what Thou wilt.

Our Father. Hail Mary. Glory be, etc.

14. Mine  with  thee  be  that  sad station,

There to  watch  the  great  salvation