At the Cross her station keeping
Stabat Mater

Jacopone da Todi. XIV Cent.
Traditional Melody from the Maintzesch Gesangbuch 1661 Harmonized by N. A. M.

Not too slow

1.
At the Cross her station keeping,
Stood the mournful Mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.

2.
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
All His bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the sword has passed.

3.
O that blessed one, grief laden,
Blessed Mother, Blessed Maiden,
Mother of the All-blest one.

4.
How she stood in desolation
Upward gazing on the passion
Of that deathless dying Son.

5.
Who could see, from tears refraining,
Christ's dear Mother uncomplaining
In so great a sorrow bowed?

6.
Who, unmoved, beheld her languish
Underneath His Cross of anguish,
'Mid the fierce unpitying crowd?

7.
For His people's sin th'All Holy
She beheld, the victim lowly,
Bleed in torments, bleed and die.

8.
Saw her well-beloved taken,
Saw her Child in death forsaken,
Heard his last expiring cry.

9.
Fount of love and sacred sorrow,
Mother! May my spirit borrow
Sadness from thy holy woe.

10.
May my spirit burn within me,
Love my God, and great love win me
Grace to please Him here below.

11.
Those five Wounds on Jesus smitten,
Mother, in my heart be written,
Deep as in thine own they be.

12.
Thou, my Savior's Cross who bearest,
Thou, Thy Son's rebuke who sharest,
Let me share them both with thee.

13.
In the Passion of my Maker
Be my sinful soul partaker,
Weep till death, and weep with thee.

14.
Mine with thee be that sad station,
There to watch the great Salvation,
Wrought upon th'atoning Tree.

15.
Virgin, thou of virgins fairest,
May the bitter woe thou sharest
Make on me impression deep.

16.
Thus Christ's dying may I carry,
With Him in His passion tarry,
And His wounds in mem'ry keep.

17.
May His wounds transfix me wholly,
May His Cross and Life Blood holy
Embriate my heart and mind.

18.
Thus inflamed with pure affection,
In the Virgin's Son protection
May I at the judgment find.

19.
When in death my limbs are failing,
Let Thy Mother's pray'r prevailing
Lift me, Jesus, to Thy throne.

20.
To my parting soul be given
Entrance through the gate of Heaven,
There confess me for Thine own.

Amen

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