The Body of Jesus is placed in the arms of his mother

We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you:
Because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.

All you who pass by,
behold and see if there is
any sorrow like my sorrow.
My eyes are spent with weeping;
my soul is in tumult;
my heart is poured out in grief
because of the downfall of my people.
"Do not call me Naomi
(which means Pleasant),
call me Mara
(which means Bitter);
for the Almighty has dealt
very bitterly with me."

Her tears run down her cheeks:
And she has none to comfort her.

Let us pray.

Lord Jesus Christ,
by your death you took away
the sting of death:
Grant to us your servants
so to follow in faith where you
have led the way,
that we may at length fall
asleep peacefully in you and
wake up in your likeness;
for your tender mercies sake.

Amen.

Holy God,
Holy and Mighty,
Holy Immortal One,
Have mercy upon us.