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 world; may  we  never  shrink  from  sufferings,  but rather rejoice  if  we  should  be  counted  worthy  to suffer  for  thy  name's  sake.

''Pater. Ave. Gloria.''

Miserere nostri,  &amp;c. Sancta Mater,  &amp;c.

V. Adoramus  te,  &amp;c.

R. Quia  per  sanctam,  Sec.

As Jesus  proceeds  along  the  way,  covered  with  the sweat of  death,  a  woman,  moved  with  compassion, makes her  way  through  the  crowd,  and  wipes  his face with  a  handkerchief. As a  reward  of  her  piety, the impression  of  his  sacred  countenance  is  miraculously imprinted  upon  the  handkerchief.

O Jesus,  may  the  contemplation  of  thy  sufferings move us  to  the  deepest  compassion,  make  us  hate our sins,  and  kindle  in  our  hearts  more  fervent  love of thee. May thy  image  be  graven  on  our  minds, until we  are  transformed  into  thy  likeness.

''Pater. Ave. Gloria. ''

Miserere nostri,  &amp;c. Sancta Mater,  &amp;c.

V. Adoramus  te,  &amp;c.

R. Quia  per  sanctam,  &amp;c.

The pain  of  his  wound,  and  the  loss  of  blood  increasing at  every  step  of  his  way,  again  his  strength fails him,  and  Jesus  falls  to  the  ground  a  second time.

O Jesus,  who  didst  fall  a  second  time  beneath  the load of  our  sins  and  of  thy  sufferings  for  our  sins,  how often have  we  grieved  thee  by  our  repeated  falls  into sin! O, may  we  rather  die  than  ever  offend  thee  again!