From the Latin, 12th cent., translated by Richard Mant, 1533, and Edward Caswall, 1849, cento
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.
2. O how sad and sore distressed
3. 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?
4. For his people's sin chastised,
5. 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.
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