Good Friday 2027: Meaning, Liturgy, Fasting Rules, Seven Last Words and Prayers

Surely he hath borne our infirmities and carried our sorrows: and we have thought him as it were a leper, and as one struck by God and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our iniquities, he was bruised for our sins: the chastisement of our peace was upon him, and by his bruises we are healed.

And Jesus said: Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do. But they, dividing his garments, cast lots.

And he said to Jesus: Lord, remember me when thou shalt come into thy kingdom.
And Jesus said to him: Amen I say to thee, this day thou shalt be with me in paradise.

When Jesus therefore had seen his mother and the disciple standing whom he loved, he saith to his mother: Woman, behold thy son.
After that, he saith to the disciple: Behold thy mother. And from that hour, the disciple took her to his own.

And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying: Eli, Eli, lamma sabacthani? that is, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

Afterwards, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the scripture might be fulfilled, said: I thirst.

Jesus therefore, when he had taken the vinegar, said: It is consummated. And bowing his head, he gave up the ghost.

And Jesus crying out with a loud voice, said: Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit. And saying this, he gave up the ghost.

We adore thee, O Christ, and we bless thee.
Because by thy holy cross thou hast redeemed the world.

Vexilla regis prodeunt,
Fulget crucis mysterium:
Quâ vita mortem protulit,
Et morte vitam protulit.
Quæ vulnerata lanceæ
Mucrone diro, criminum
Ut nos lavaret fordibus,
Manavit undâ et sanguine.

Impleta sunt quæ concinit,
David fideli carmine,
Dicendo nationibus:
Regnavit â ligno Deus.

Arbor decora et fulgida,
Ornata regis purpura!
Electa digno stipite,
Tam sancta membra tangere!
Beata, cujus brachiis,
Pretiùm pependit sæculi,
Statera facta corporis,
Tulitque prædam tartari.
O Crux, ave spes unica,
Hoc passionis tempore!
Piis ad auge gratiam,
Reisque dele crimina.
Te, fons salutis Trinitas, Collaudit omnis spiritus.
Quibus crucis victoriam,
Largiris, adde præmium. Amen.
V. Eripe me, Domine, ab homine malo.
R. A viro iniquo eripe me.

Behold the royal ensigns fly,
Bearing the cross’ mystery:
Where life itself did death endure,
And by that death did life procure.
A cruel spear let out a flood
Of water, mixed with saving blood:
Which, gushing from the Saviour’s side,
Drown’d our offences in the tide.

The mystery we now unfold,
Which David’s faithful verse foretold.
Of our Lord’s kingdom; whilst we see
God ruling nations from a tree.

O lovely tree, whose branches wore
The royal purple of his gore!
How glorious does thy body shine?
Supporting members so divine!
The world’s blest balance thou wast made,
Thy happy beam its purchase weigh’d,
And bore his limbs, who snatch’d away
Devouring hell’s expected prey.
Hail Cross, our hope! on thee we call,
Who keep this mournful festival:
Grant to the just increase of grace,
And ev’ry sinner’s crimes efface.
Blest Trinity, we praises sing
To thee, from whom all graces spring,
Celestial crowns on those bestow,
Who conquer by the cross below. Amen.
V. Deliver me, O Lord, from the wicked man.
R. And from the unjust man deliver me.

Beneath the world’s redeeming wood,
The most afflicted Mother stood,

Mingling her tears with her Son’s blood.
As that flow’d down from every part,
Of all his wounds she felt the smart;
What pierc’d his body, pierc’d her heart.
Who can with tearless eyes look on,
When Mary does, alas! bemoan
Wounded and faint, her only Son.
O worse than Jewish heart, that could,
Unmov’d, behold the double flood
Of Mary’s tears, and Jesu’s blood.
Alas! our sins, they were not his
In this atoning sacrifice,
For which he bleeds, for which he dies.
When graves were open’d rocks were rent,
When nature and each element
His torments and her grief resent.
Shall man, the cause of all his pain
And all his grief, shall sinful man
Alone insensible remain?
Ah, pious mother, teach my heart,
Of sighs and tears the holy art,

And in thy grief to bear a part.
The sword of grief, which did pass through
Thy very soul, O may it now
Upon my heart a wound bestow.
Great Queen of sorrows, in thy train
Let me a mourner’s place obtain,
Let me thy Jesus love again.
To heal the leprosy of sin,
We must the cure with tears begin.
All flesh’s corrupt without their brine.
Refuge of sinners, grant that we
May tread thy steps, and let it be
Our sorrow not to grieve like thee.
O may the wounds of thy dear Son,
Our contrite hearts possess alone.
And all terrene affections drown.
Those wounds, which now the stars outshine,
Those furnaces of love divine.
May they our drossy souls refine;
And on us such impressions make,
That we of suff’ring for his sake,
May joyfully our portion take.

Let us his proper badge put on,
Let’s glory in the cross alone,
By which he marks us for his own.
That when the dreadful trial’s come,
For every man to hear his doom,
On his right hand we may find room.
O hear us, Mary! Jesus, hear!
Our humble pray’rs; secure our fear,
When thou in judgment shalt appear.
Now give us sorrow, give us love,
That so prepar’d we may remove,
When call’d to seats of bliss above. Amen.
V. A sword has pierced thy own soul.
R. That the thoughts of many hearts may be
revealed.

Stabat mater dolorosa
Juxta crucem lacrymosa,

Dum pendebat filius.
Cujus animara gementem
Contristatam et dolentem
Pertransivit gladius.
O quam tristis et afflicta,
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater unigeniti.
Quæ merebat, et dolebat,
Pia mater dum videbat,
Nati pœnas inclyti.
Quis est homo, qui non fleret,
Christi matrem si videret
In tanto supplicio?
Quis non posset contristari,
Piam matrim contemplari
Dolentem cum filio?
Pro peccatis suæ gentis
Vidit Jesum in tormentis,
Et flagellis subditum.
Vidit suum dulcem natum
Morientem, desolatum,

Dum emisit spiritum.
Eia, mater fons amoris,
Me sentire vim doloris
Fac ut tecum lugeam,
Fac ut ardeat cor meum,
In amando Christum Deum,
Ut sibi complaceam.
Sancta mater istud agas,
Crucifixi fige plagas,
Cordi meo valide.
Tui nati vulnerari,
Tam dignati pro me pati
Pœnas mecum divide.
Fec me vere tecum flere,
Crucifixo condolere,
Donec ego vixero.
Juxta crucem tecum stare,
Te libenter sociare,
In planctu desidero.
Virgo virginum præclara,
Mihi jam non sis amara,
Fac me tecum plangere.

Fac ut portem Christi mortem,
Passionis fac consortem,
Et plagas recolere.
Fac me plagis vulnerari,
Cruce hac inebriari,
Ob amorem filii.
Inflammatus et accensus,
Per te virgo aim defensus
In die judicii.
Fac me cruce custodiri,
Morte Christi præmuniri Confoveri gratia.
Quando corpus morietur
Fac ut animæ donetur
Paradisi gloria.
V. Tuam ipsius animam pertransivit gladius.
R. Ut revelentur ex multis cordibus cogitationes.

Lord Jesus Christ, on this day you stretched out your arms on the cross
and gave your life for me.
I adore you and I thank you.
Forgive my sins, which nailed you there,
and let your precious blood wash me clean.
Teach me to carry my cross with you
and to forgive as you forgave.
Remember me, Lord, when you come into your kingdom. Amen.