Blest was your soul Though dark was the day

You shouldered the Cross Of Christ on the way

Sacred the Blood You touched with your hand

You lifted his frame And helped him to stand

Guiding the feet And easing the pain

Of God’s Holy Lamb Who soon would be slain

Fortunate man Now friend of the King

Your good soul at death To heaven He’ll bring

Way of the Cross The way for us all

Though under the weight Sometimes we will fall

Father Thy Will Be done by Thy Grace

With Thy Help we rise And finish the race

Simon Simon Simon of Cyrene