Grateful remembrance of the sufferings of Christ and prayerful reflection, the most useful of all prayers, which should be performed on all Fridays

The beginning is like this: “Blessed is our God,” and if a monk or layman, then: “Through the prayers of the saints our fathers”; then “Glory to Thee, our God, glory to Thee”, “Heavenly King”, “Trisagion”. After “Our Father” “Lord, have mercy” 12 times. “Glory, even now,” “Come, let us worship” three times. “Have mercy on me, O God,” “I believe in one God the Father.” After this, recite the following verses: Oh, how sweet and how red are Your processions, O Son of God, who descended from heaven! Searching for the lost sheep, the man who has sinned, you have done many countless labors, you have done many journeys, and yet you have come to passion and free death, for which, to my Creator and Redeemer, I send thanks to You with all my heart! (After each verse, bow.) For the first Adam, who sinned in the garden of paradise, who was punished and strongly bound in the garden of Gethsemane, for the second Adam, Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God, glory to Thee, glory to Thee! Bind me with Your love only tightly, so that I choose to die rather than embitter Your kindness and love of mankind through some sin, pray. From Vertograd he was led through the stream of Cedars, but on the way he stumbled and fell to the ground, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, glory to Thee, glory to Thee! I fall at Your most pure feet, keep my soul from every fall, I pray to You. From Anna to the accursed Caiaphas the bishop was led, where on Thy most pure cheeks, which are red, like a heap of fragrant aroma, Thou hast endured beating. Glory to Thee, glory to Thee, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, glory to Thee! Likewise, before Caiaphas, with an iron hand, armed, from the ungrateful Malchus, you healed his ear, truncated by Peter, in Vertograd, who was struck so hard on the cheek, O Lord, as if all the fingers of that accursed hand were cast upon Your most holy face, and Your teeth moved, whiter than milk; Your emphasis was quickly heard throughout the bishop's courtyard. You fell to the ground, from Your most pure lips, and from Your nose you also shed a lot of Divine Blood, the Source of our life. Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, I cry to You: glory to Thee, glory to Thee! Before the same Caiaphas, the false and deceitful bishop, who heard false testimonies against You, yet, like a lamb, was silent, not opening His mouth, but silently enduring everything, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, glory to Thee, glory to Thee! Grant me silence and patience from those who are contrary with zeal, from anyone who rebels against me, so that flattery and lies may not be found in my mouth, I pray to Ty. In desecration of His Most Holy Face, He is covered, and His Face is struck, even “Who is it that strikes Thee?” You were asked, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, glory to You! Cover my sins with forgiveness, so that the eternal cold will not cover my face when I appear before Your Face, which I am worthy to see and be satisfied with, I pray to You. From the senseless assembly of the Jews and Caiaphas, like a blasphemer and a lawbreaker, he was guilty of death, was mocked and humiliated by the Jews deep into the night, was struck many times in the bishop’s courtyard, and was also thrown into prison until morning, Lord Jesus Christ, glory to Thee, glory to Thee, the Unstoppable Light! After my departure from this life, my soul from the prison of Gehenna is freed, I pray to Ty. In the morning, the former was bound from the Jews and brought to Pontius Pilate, the hegemon, who found no guilt in You, guilty of our salvation, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, glory to You! So preserve me throughout this life, so that at the hour of my death not a single guilt will be found in me by the enemy and adversary of my soul, I pray to Ty. From Pilate he was led to the proud Herod, who, although he had long desired to see Thee, was both a fool and a careless one, to You, the eternal and uncreated Wisdom, senselessly imputing, humiliating and swearing, clothed Thee in a bright robe; glory to Thee, Lord Jesus Christ, my God, glory to Thee! Protect me from the desecration of invisible enemies and clothe me with a robe of incorruptibility after my death, I pray to You! Herod was ashamed and returned Ty again to the cowardly Pilate, who was brought to him, having suffered much stress and bitterness for my sake on that journey; glory to Thee, Lord Jesus Christ, my God, glory to Thee! Direct my paths to the light of Your commandments, I pray to You. He was brought forth from Pilate and brought to the pillar, where He Himself took His robe with Himself, and the pillar of self-will, innocent in hands and pure in heart, You attached Your most holy hand to the pillar as a binding, although human nature was to be resolved and freed from the hands of the enemy! With the hands of fierce warriors, he was very strongly tied and tied to the pillar, with bristly rods of thorns, sharp-knotted whips and iron bridles, only to be mercilessly beaten, standing at the pillar, You received the stress on Your most holy Body, and again, according to the same ulcers, You were mercilessly beaten, You suffered wounds, as Your Divine Body is from the bones beaten hanging like black fluff; The life-giving blood flows out abundantly. You were freed from the pillar and severely weakened by illness, you fell to the ground and, lying on the ground in Your Blood, you were forced by nature to die from so many wounds and illnesses; but the Divinity abides impassively, granting existence to all creation. Glory to Thee, Lord Jesus Christ, my God, glory to Thee! For the sake of Your priceless and all-healing ulcers, forgive all my sins and from the wounding of the enemy, even to the end of my life, save me, I pray to You. Because of the great ulcers and torment of His blood, all naked and clothed. Naked, as if from birth, we will mock everyone with a great cold, in front of everyone His garments, an individual far from Himself, cast down, barely alive, gathering, and shaking from illness and frost, having created winter, the sun and fire to warm the earth-born, Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God, glory to Thee, glory to Thee! Warm my cold heart for virtue with the warmth of Your Most Holy One who descended into the fires of the Spirit, I pray to You. O deadly pillar of stone, struck upon the earth unto death, glory to Thee, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, glory to Thee! Be the pillar of the fortress from the face of the enemy, I pray to Ti. I was hit with my feet, I was hit by the main hair and the torgan (torn) by the hair and I am dragging, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, glory to Thee, glory to Thee! The teeth of the serpent of Gehenna may not bite my soul, keep me in Your blood, I pray to You. With the vile hands of the deicide of the Jewish race, with weapons and daggers, he was even struck in the legs and shins to the point of stumbling. For hair from the earth you were offered, exalted of heaven and earth, to the King, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, I cry to You, glory to You, glory to You! Raise and elevate my mind, so that I may always think about heaven and create with the compassion of Your love for mankind, for the sake of which you suffer. From the crown of thorns you endured a thousand gorings, and then flowed drops of the Divine and priceless Blood from Your head; We lay a crown of thorns and cast it down upon your most pure head, beautiful Head of the Church! Glory to Thee, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, glory to Thee! On the crown of thorns, the head was struck with reeds and clubs with all the strength, and thus Your honorable head and most holy one was deeply pierced with the spines of thorns, and from them the spines in Your brain were destroyed. I am struck by sharp thorns of soul-wrestling passions, so I cry out to Thee: glory to Thee, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, glory to Thee! In response to the reproach of the Jews, like the king given the reed, accepted into Your right hand, sitting at the right hand of God and the Father, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, glory to You, glory to You! With that reed blot out the handwriting of my innumerable sins, so that I may stand at the right hand in Your glory and glorify You forever. With the metacarpus on the Divine Body in the mouth and between the eyes, His eyes are like a fiery flame, struck, Lord, on Thy most holy neck, bowed my neck, I pray to Thee: strengthen me in worship of Thee, Who for our sake bowed down the heavens and came down. Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, glory to Thee, glory to Thee; Thy heavenly glory do not deny me. Receive the emphasis on the head and chest, accept my bowing and zealous heartbeat, as sometimes you accepted the ordeal; Strengthen me from Your most holy right hand, so that I may gratefully bear stress and all sorrow and temporary burdens; Whatever You want, build everything for the benefit. Glory to Thee, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, glory to Thee; Honor me with Your Divine glory, I pray to You. He was tormented and viciously wounded for his nose with reproach and bitter torment, he was wounded from foot to head, lower than the image of kindness, wearing a crown of thorns, wearing scarlet desecration of clothes, the second was brought to Pilate, who, having seen You in incurable ulcers and illnesses, was surprised at such inhumane Jewish severity and speech about You: this A man so mercilessly beaten is worthy of other mercy from the Jews; They also “crucify” (Luke 23:21) crying out to Nan. I cry to You and I, the Word of God: glory to You, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, glory to You! Consume the thorns of sins from the earth of my damned heart, so that I may bring You the fruit of thanksgiving. Bringing water from the stones and winds from Your treasures, You were brought to the unreasonable Pilate, who sat on the judgment seat, and You, who sat on the Cherubim and judged the living and the dead, condemned the innocent to death. Glory to Thee, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, glory to Thee, my God; Grant me to always have a mortal memory and be ready to be at Your righteous and terrible Judgment, in which do not judge me according to my deeds, but save me by Your mercy, I pray to You. When Pilate shouted at You the mortal sentence, the ineffable life of the Giver, then the Jews, bound by unmercifulness, tied Your hands and laid the Cross on Your most holy neck, and like a villain between two robbers led to death; imputed with the lawless, unchangeable Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, glory to Thee; from the villainy of the invisible thief, who undermines the church of my soul with various temptations, protect me day and night like the apple of my eye, so that I will not be robbed of the treasures of eternal blessings that you have prepared for those who love You, I pray to You. Also, the abyss of mercy, the unmerciful Jewish race laid on Thee the very heavy Cross, which He bore on Himself, fell to the ground, and then Thou didst receive the deadly blow, favored Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God, glory to Thee, glory to Thee! For the sake of Your miracles, save me by the Cross of the fall of the enemy, I pray to You. Thou art brought to the Mount of Golgotha ​​by the heavenly Powers and Powers, Thou hast taken forth Thy robe by will, Thou hast endured illness; When Thy tunic was removed, then I tore all the sores and tore them apart, renewing Thy illness, renewing human nature, I pray to Thee: the old scabs of my soul of lawless passions, clinging to it, having been taken away, receive me, crying out: ineffable in Thy suffering, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, glory to Thee, glory to You, long-suffering Master! By His spitting, sometimes giving light to the one born blind to see, according to Your bright face the Jews, before the crucifixion, were dishonored by vile spitting, the most honorable of all angelic ranks, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, glory to Thee, glory to Thee; Strengthen me in the everlasting disgust, and in spitting on all the enemy’s snares, temptations and carnal lusts, I pray to You! When the lutes of Judaism brought Thee to Golgotha, they laid the Cross on the ground, so that on it they would crucify Thee, “who stretches out the sky like a skin” (Ps. 103:2), and Thou didst immutably desire to rest on the Cross; but the bestial tormentors unanimously rushed at Thee, casting Thee onto the Cross, and so mercilessly nailed Thy holy hand and nose to the Cross with a holy nail, as if all Thy veins and joints were tormented. And then what was spoken about You by the prophet David will come true: “They have counted all my bones” (Ps. 21:18); This disease is the most cruel, and most painful to You, more than all Your sufferings; with it, heal all the illness of my soul, I pray to You and cry: glory to You, glory to You, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God. For the sake of Your glorious, most pure and life-giving sufferings, save me, O most merciful and philanthropic Master! Cleanse the lepers, O Most Pure One, more beautiful than all the sons of men with kindness (see Ps. 44:3), you yourself were a leper from the vile defilement of spleen, even on the Cross extended, lying on the ground, in various parts you received the Divine Body. Glory to Thee, Lord Jesus Christ, my God, glory to Thee! Cleanse my leper soul from the unspeakable defilements of sin and save me, I pray to You. You who let out heartfelt sighs before the death of the Cross, who poured out teardrops at Your life-giving Passion and poured out drops of blood, pour out Your mercy on me and grant me heartfelt sighs for my sins; Grant me tears of cleansing through sin, and moreover, with the tears and Thy most pure Blood, cleanse and wash my soul, so that I sing: glory to Thee, Lord Jesus Christ, my God, who endured all this for my sake, glory to Thee! On the Cross, all naked, exalted, His most pure loins covered with a veil, between two thieves, deprived of gall and juice, my sweet Jesus, glory to Thee, glory to Thee! Save me from the sorrow of sin and the dirty tricks of the enemy, I pray to Ty. The Creator of my soul and body, with all my soul and feelings throughout my entire Body, suffered for the sake of me: by touch - all the Flesh was beaten and wounded; by eating - drinking with bile; smell - in prison from the corpses on Mount Calvary the stench of burden; by hearing - false testimony, reproach and blasphemy; a vision - an outpouring of bitter tears and a painful glance at His Most Pure Mother, standing under the Cross and fiercely tormenting Her heart. Glory to Thee, Lord Jesus Christ, my God, glory to Thee! Forgive me, all the spiritual and physical feelings of those who have sinned, the accursed, the honest one for the sake of Your saving suffering. Source of immortality, who died at the ninth hour, after my death grant me to live there, where they praise Thee and sing the nine ranks of angels, I pray to Thee now; by the power of all your travels, your deeds and labors, even though you have lived on earth for little more than three years and thirty years, without flight, the One of the Trinity, Lord Jesus Christ, you have raised us up for our sake; accept from me, unworthy and defiled, as an immaculate sacrifice, Your most pure sufferings, thirty and threefold remembrance, remembering Yours on the Altar of the Cross and the whole world the sacrifice made; accept Your All-Holy Virgin Mother and Your beloved friend and disciple John the Theologian, and Holy Equal-to-the-Apostles Mary Magdalene, and other prayers offered to You before Your Cross. For You are the Truth, and truly You want everyone to be saved, and You are due from all glory, honor, praise and worship, now and ever, and forever and ever. Amen. The narrators, historians, witnesses and teachers, church writers about the suffering of the Lord are the following: St. Athanasius the Great, St. Eusebius of Samosata, St. John Chrysostom, St. Cyprian, St. Epiphanius of Cyprus, St. Ambrose of Milan, St. Theodoret, St. Jerome, St. John of Damascus, St. Leontius, Pope; St. John Climacus; St. Isidore Pelusiot and other saints. This prayerful reflection on the sufferings of the Lord was compiled through the efforts and labors of His Grace Demetrius, Metropolitan of Rostov and Yaroslavl, in the summer of the incarnation of God the Word 1702.