Now from the sixth hour there was darkness over all the land until the ninth hour. And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?” that is, “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” And some of the bystanders hearing it said, “This man is calling Elijah.” And one of them at once ran and took a sponge, filled it with vinegar, and put it on a reed, and gave it to him to drink. But the others said, “Wait, let us see whether Elijah will come to save him.” And Jesus cried again with a loud voice and yielded up his spirit.

And behold, the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom; and the earth shook, and the rocks split; the tombs also were opened, and many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised, and coming out of the tombs after his resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many. When the centurion and those who were with him, keeping watch over Jesus, saw the earthquake and what took place, they were filled with awe, and said, “Truly this was the Son of God!”

Mt 27:45-54
Behold the Wood

R. Behold, behold the wood of the cross, on which is hung our salvation. O come let us adore.

Unless a grain of wheat shall fall upon the ground and die, it shall remain but a single grain and not give life. R.

And when my time of glory comes as all was meant to be you shall see my lifted upon a tree. R.

For there can be no greater love shown upon this land than in the one who came die that we might live. R.

My Father, if it be your plan, this cup may pass me by; yet let it happen as you will if I must die. R.

For surely he has borne our tears, is wounded by our sin, and yet he opens not his mouth that we might live. R.

My body now is torn with pain, my friends have left and gone. O loving Father, take my life into your hands. R.

Text: Based on John 12:24, 32; 15:13; Good Friday Liturgy; Dan Schutte, b. 1947.
Music: Dan Schutte.
Text and Music © 1976 and OCP. All rights reserved.

Behold the Wood

R. Behold, behold the wood of the cross, on which is hung our salvation. O come let us adore.

Unless a grain of wheat shall fall upon the ground and die, it shall remain but a single grain and not give life. R.

And when my time of glory comes as all was meant to be you shall see my lifted upon a tree. R.

For there can be no greater love shown upon this land than in the one who came die that we might live. R.

My Father, if it be your plan, this cup may pass me by; yet let it happen as you will if I must die. R.

For surely he has borne our tears, is wounded by our sin, and yet he opens not his mouth that we might live. R.

My body now is torn with pain, my friends have left and gone. O loving Father, take my life into your hands. R.

Text: Based on John 12:24, 32; 15:13; Good Friday Liturgy; Dan Schutte, b. 1947.
Music: Dan Schutte.
Text and Music © 1976 and OCP. All rights reserved.

So the soldiers did this. But standing by the cross of
Jesus were his mother, and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus saw his mother, and the disciple whom he loved standing near, he said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son!” Then he said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother!” And from that hour the disciple took her to his own home.
Jn 19:25-27