Stabat Mater Dolorosa
At the Cross, her station keeping
  1. 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 bearing,
    Now at length the sword had passed.

  2. Oh, how sad and sore distressed
    Was that Mother highly blest
    Of the sole-begotten One!
    Christ above in torment hangs;
    She beneath beholds the pangs
    Of her dying, glorious Son.

  3. 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?

  4. 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.

  5. O thou Mother! fount of love!
    Touch my spirit from above,
    Make my heart with thine accord:
    Make me feel as thou have felt;
    Make my soul to glow and melt
    With the love of Christ my Lord.

  6. Holy Mother! pierce me through;
    In my heart each wound renew
    Of my Savior crucified:
    Let me share with thee His pain,
    Who for all my sins was slain,
    Who for me in torments died.

  7. Let me mingle tears with thee,
    Mourning Him who mourned for me,
    All the days that I may live:
    By the cross with thee to stay;
    There with thee to weep and pray;
    Is all I ask of thee to give.

  8. Virgin of all virgins blest!
    Listen to my fond request:
    Let me share thy grief divine;
    Let me, to my latest breath,
    In my body bear the death
    Of that dying Son of thine.

  9. 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 that awful judgment day.

  10. Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
    Be thy Mother my defence,
    Be Thy Cross my victory;
    While my body here decays,
    May my soul Thy goodness praise,
    Safe in Paradise with Thee.

Stabat Mater Dolorosa
(LATIN)
  1. Stabat Mater dolorosa
    Juxta Crucem lacrymosa,
    Dum pendebat Filius.
    Cujus animam gementem,
    Contristatam et dolentem,
    Pertransivit gladius.

  2. O quam tristis et afflicta
    Fuit illa benedicta
    Mater Unigeniti!
    Quæ moerebat, et dolebat,
    Pia Mater, dum videbat
    Nati poenas inclyti.

  3. Quis est homo qui non fleret,
    Matrem Christi si videret
    In tanto supplicio?
    Quis non posset contristari,
    Christi Matrem contemplari
    Dolentem cum Filio?

  4. Pro peccatis suæ gentis
    Vidit Jesum in tormentis,
    Et flagellis subditum:
    Vidit suum dulcem Natum
    Moriendo desolatum,
    Dum emisit spiritum.

  5. Eja Mater, fons amoris,
    Me sentire vim doloris
    Fac, ut tecum lugeam:
    Fac, ut ardeat cor meum
    In amando Christum Deum
    Ut sibi complaceam.

  6. Sancta Mater, istud agas,
    Crucifixi fige plagas
    Cordi meo valide:
    Tui Nati vulnerati,
    Tam dignati pro me pati,
    Poenas mecum divide.

  7. Fac me tecum pie flere,
    Crucifixo condolere,
    Donec ego vixero:
    Juxta Crucem tecum stare,
    Et me tibi sociare
    In planctu desidero.

  8. Virgo virginum præclara,
    Mihi jam non sis amara,
    Fac me tecum plangere:
    Fac ut portem Christi mortem,
    Passionis fac consortem,
    Et plagas recolere.

  9. Fac me plagis vulnerari,
    Fac me Cruce inebriari,
    Et cruore Filii.
    Flammis ne urar succensus,
    Per te, Virgo, sim defensus
    In die judicii.

  10. Christe, cum sit hinc exire,
    Da per Matrem me venire
    Ad palmam victoriæ.
    Quando corpus morietur
    Fac ut animæ donetur
    Paradisi gloria.