Precious Blood of Jesus,
hope and refuge of sinners, atone for us.

 
St. Catherine of Siena, 14th century

It is ourselves that we must spread under Christ’s feet,
not coats or lifeless branches or shoots of trees,
matter which wastes away and delights the eye
only for a few brief hours.

 
St Andrew of Crete, 8th century

Think upon Christ who gave his blood
Poured in a flood our souls to win,
Think of the mingled tide that gushed
Forth at the thrust to wash our sin.

 
Gaelic hymn, Friday Lauds

What can prove so clearly as your wounds, Lord Jesus,
that you are sweet and mild, and plenteous in mercy.

 
St. Bernard of Clairvaux, 12th century

Savior, your crucifixion marked the end of your mortal life.
Teach us to crucify ourselves and make way
for our life in the Spirit.

 
St. Ephrem, 4th century

Through His sacred wounds
we can see the secret of his heart,
the great mystery of love.

 
St. Bernard of Clairvaux, 12th century

The glory of the Cross
led those who were blind through ignorance into light,
loosed all who were held fast by sin,
and brought redemption to the whole world of mankind.

 
St. Cyril of Jerusalem, 4th century

His loving mother did not abandon him;
she remained.
She drew near to the cross,
the hard bed on which Jesus Christ had to die.
Mary never turned her eyes from him.

 
St. Alphonsus Liguori, 18th century