OUR MOTHER OF SORROWS
Passiontide and B. V. M.

What a Sea of Tears and Sorrows
O quot undis lacrymarum

Tr. by Rev. F. Campbell
Ch. Gounod
Arr. by N. A. M.

Andante religioso

1.
What a sea of tears and sorrows
Did the soul of Mary toss
To and fro upon its billows
While she wept her bitter loss;
In her arms her Jesus holding,
Torn so newly from the Cross.

2.
Oh, that mournful Virgin Mother,
See her tears how fast they flow
Down upon His mangled Body
Wounded Side and thorny Brow;
While His Hands and Feet she kisses,
Picture of immortal woe.

3.
Oft, and oft His Arms and Bosom,
Fondly straining to her own;
Oft, her pallid lips imprinting
On each Wound of her dear Son:
Till at last in swoons of anguish,
Sense and consciousness are gone.

4.
Gentle Mother, we beseech thee,
By thy tears and troubles sore;
By the death of thy dear Offspring,
By the bloody Wounds He bore;
Touch our hearts with that true sorrow
Which affected thee of yore.

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