Hymn
Thou who at this third hour wast led
For guilty man thy Blood to shed,
Bearing the cross they laid on thee,
The weight of this world's misery.
O fill our hearts with love, and bless
Our life with fruits of holiness,
Until, when strife is o'er, we stand
Before thee in the heavenly land.
To Christ, the Lord of Majesty,
Betrayed and sold to set us free,
Who suffered on the cruel tree,
Be praise and honor endlessly. Amen.
Antiphon
P. The Lord was led as a sheep to the slaughter and he opened not his mouth.
Psalm LXIII
Hear, O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee: * deliver my soul from the fear of the enemy.
Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant, * from the multitude of the workers of iniquity.
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