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161. At the cross her station keeping

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Stabat Mater:

Mayence, 1661

Latin, 12th cent.;

Tr. Richard Mant 1533, and Edward Caswall, 1849;

cento.

At the cross her station keeping,

Stood the mournful mother weeping,

Where he hung, the dying Lord;

For her soul of joy bereaved,

Bowed with anguish, deeply grieved,

Felt the sharp and piercing sword.

O how sad and sore distressèd

Now was she, that mother blessèd

Of the sole-begotten One.

Deep the woe of her affliction,

When she saw the crucifixion

Of her everglorious Son.

Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing,

Pierced by anguish so amazing,

Born of woman, would not weep?

Who, on Christ's dear mother thinking,

Such a cup of sorrow drinking,

Would not share her sorrows deep?

For his people's sins chastised,

She beheld her Son despised,

Scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined;

Saw him then from judgment taken,

And in death by all forsaken,

Till his spirit he resigned.

Jesus, may her deep devotion

Stir in me the same emotion,

Fount of love, Redeemer kind;

That my heart fresh ardour gaining

And a purer love attaining,

May with thee acceptance find.

Amen.

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