Stabat Mater - At the Cross Her Station - Stations of the Cross

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AT THE CROSS HER STATION KEEPING
-LENT- Stabat Mater
Jacapone da Todi, d.1306, Tr. Fr.E.Caswall, d.1878 / Mainz, 1661 (A.B.)
Latin: STABAT MATER DOLOROSA
Stabat Mater
1 At the cross her station keeping,
Stood the mournful Mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last. Stabat Mater dolorósa
Juxta crucem lacrimósa,
Dum pendébat Fílius.
2 Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
All His bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the sword had pass'd. Cujus ánimam geméntem,
Contristátam et doléntem,
Pertransívit gládius.
3 O, how sad and sore distress'd,
Was that Mother highly blest
Of the sole-begotten One! O quam tristis et afflícta
Fuit illa benedícta
Mater Unigéniti !
4 Christ above in torment hangs;
She beneath beholds the pangs
Of her dying glorious Son. Quæ mœrébat, et dolébat,
Pia Mater, dum vidébat
Nati pœnas ínclyti.
5 Is there one who would not weep,
Whelm'd in miseries so deep
Christ's dear Mother to behold? Quis est homo, qui non fleret,
Matrem Chrísti si vidéret
In tanto supplício ?
6 Can the human heart refrain
From partaking in her pain,
In that Mother's pain untold? Quis non posset contristári,
Christi Matrem contemplári
Doléntem cum Fílio ?
7 Bruis'd, derided, curs'd, defil'd,
She beheld her tender Child:
All with bloody scourges rent. Pro peccátis suæ gentis
Vidit Jesum in torméntis,
Et flagéllis súbditum.
8 For the sins of His own nation,
Saw Him hang in desolation,
Till His spirit forth He sent. Vidit suum dulcem Natum
Moriéndo desolátum,
Dum emísit spíritum.
9 O thou Mother! fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above;
Make my heart with thine accord. Eia Mater, fons amóris,
Me sentíre vim dolóris
Fac, ut tecum lúgeam.
10 Make me feel as thou hast felt;
Make my soul to glow and melt,
With the love of Christ my Lord. Fac ut árdeat cor meum
In amándo Christum Deum,
Ut sibi compláceam.
11 Holy Mother! pierce me through;
In my heart each wound renew,
Of my Savior crucified. Sancta Mater, istud