Stabat Mater dolorósa
Juxta Crucem lacrimósa,
Dum pendébat Fílius.
Cujus ánimam geméntem,
Contristátam et doléntem
Pertransívit gládius.
O quam tristis et afflícta
Fuit illa benedícta
Mater Unigéniti!
Quæ mærébat et dolébat,
Pia Mater, dum vidébat
Nati pœnas íncliti.
Quis est homo, qui non fleret,
Matrem Christi si vidéret
In tanto supplício?
Quis non posset contristári,
Christi Matrem contemplári
Doléntem cum Fílio?
Pro peccátis suæ gentis
Vidit Jesum in torméntis
Et flagéllis súbditum.
Vidit suum dulcem
Natum Moriéndo desolátum,
Dum emísit spíritum.
Eja, Mater, fons amóris,
Me sentíre vim dolóris
Fac, ut tecum lúgeam.
Fac, ut árdeat cor meum
In amándo Christum Deum,
Ut sibi compláceam.
Sancta Mater, istud agas,
Crucifixi fige plagas
Cordi meo válide.
Tui Nati vulneráti,
Tam dignáti pro me pati,
Pœnas mecum dívide.
Fac me tecum pie flere,
Crucifíxo condolére,
Donec ego víxero.
Juxta Crucem tecum stare
Et me tibi sociáre
In planctu desídero.
Virgo vírginum præclára.
Mihi jam non sis amára:
Fac me tecum plángere.
Fac, ut portem Christi mortem,
Passiónis fac consórtem
Et plagas recólere.
Fac me plagis vulnerári,
Fac me Cruce inebriári
Et cruóre Fílii.
Flammis ne urar succénsus,
Per te, Virgo, sim defénsus
In die judícii.
Christe, cum sit hinc exíre.
Da per Matrem me veníre
Ad palmam victóriæ.
Quando corpus moriétur,
Fac, ut ánimæ donétur
Paradísi glória.
Amen. Allelúja.
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.
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’s pain untold.
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.
Mix’d with yours let my tears be, 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 that grief of yours.
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 this awful judgment day.
Christ, when You shall call me hence, Be Your Mother my defense, Be Your Cross my victory.
While my body here decays,
May my soul Your goodness praise, Safe in heaven eternally.
Amen. Alleluia.