V: Consider the first fall of Jesus. Loss of blood from the scourging and crowning with thorns has so weakened Him that He could hardly walk; and yet He had to carry that great load upon His shoulders. As the soldiers struck Him cruelly, He fell several times under the heavy cross.

R: My beloved Jesus,
    it was not the weight of the cross
    but the weight of my sins which made You suffer so much.
    By the merits of this first fall,
    Save me from falling into mortal sin.
    I love You, O my Jesus, with all my heart;
    I am sorry that I have offended You.
    May I never offend You again.
    Grant that I may love You always; and then do with me as You will.

(Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be to the Father)

Christ above in torment hangs,            
She beneath beholds the pangs            
Of her dying, glorious Son.                

Quae moerebat, et dolebat,
Pia Mater, dum videbat
Nati poenas inclyti.

Fourth Station