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Stabat Mater

Mary at the foot of the Cross

Standing by the cross of Jesus were his mother and his mother's sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary of Magdala.
(Jn 19:25)
And your heart too a sword shall pierce
(Lk 3:35)

Stabat Mater

At the cross her station keeping
Stood the mournful Mother weeping
Close to Jesus to the last

Through her heart, his sorrow sharing
All his bitter anguish sharing
Now at length the sword has passed

Oh, how sad and sore distressed
Was that Mother highly blessed
of the sole begotten One!

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

Is there one who would not weep
'Whelmed in miseries so deep
Christ's dear Mother to behold?

Can the human heart refrain
From partaking in her pain
In that mother's pain untold?

Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled
She beheld her tender Child
All with bloody scourges rent

For the sins of His own nation
Saw Him hang in desolation
Till His spirit forth He sent

O sweet Mother! fount of love
Touch my spirit from above
Make my heart with yours accord

Make me feel as you have felt;
Make my soul to glow and melt
With the love of Christ, my Lord

Holy Mother, pierce me through
In my heart each wound renew
Of my Saviour crucified

Let me share with you His pain,
Who for all our sins was slain,
Who for me in torments died.

Let me mingle tears with you
Mourning Him Who mourned for me
All the days that I may live

By the Cross with you to stay
There with you to weep and pray
Is all I ask of you to give

Virgin of all virgins blest!
Listen to my fond request
Let me share your grief divine

Let me, to my latest breath
In my body bear the death
Of that dying Son of yours

Wounded with His every wound,
Steep my soul till it has swooned
In His very blood away

Be to me, O Virgin, nigh
Lest in flames I burn and die
In His awful judgment day

Christ, when You shall call me hence
Be Your Mother my defence
Be Your Cross my victory

While my body here decays,
May my soul Your goodness praise
Safe in heaven eternally.

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