April 13, 2001
volume 12, no. 103

Stabat Mater

    This Hymn captures the essence of the Sorrowful Mother Mary's role as she watched helplessly, but prayerfully and so lamenting the treatment of her Divine Son Jesus as she knew this Passion He had chosen and must fulfill for the sake of us all. She had long pondered these things in her heart ever since Simon had foretold the seven sorrows to her intuitively in the temple (cf. Luke 2: 33-35, 51).

Stabat Mater dolorosa
Iuxta crucem lacrimosa
Dum pendebat Filius

Cuius animam gementem
Contristatem et dolentem
Pertransivit gladius

O quam tristis et afflicta
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater unigeniti!

Quae moerebat et dolebat,
Pia Mater, dum videbat
Nati poenas incliti

Quis est homo qui non fleret,
Matrem Christi si videret
In tanto supplicio?

Quis non posset contristari,
Christi Matrem contemplari
Dolentem cum Filio?

Pro peccatis suae gentis
Vidit Iesum in tormentis,
Et flagellis subditum.

Vidit suum dulcem natum
Moriendo desolatum
Dum emisit spiritum

Eia Mater, fons amoris
Me sentire vim doloris
Fac, ut tecum lugeam

Fac, ut ardeat cor meum
In amando Christum Deum
Ut sibi complaceam

Sancta Mater, istud agas,
Crucifixi fige plagas
Cordi meo valide.

Tui nati vulnerati,
Tam dignati pro me pati,
Poenas mecum divide.

Fac me tecum, pie, flere,
Crucifixo condolere,
Donec ego vixero.

Iuxta crucem tecum stare,
Et me tibi sociare
In planctu desidero

Virgo virginum praeclara,
Mihi iam non sis amara
Fac me tecum plangere

Fac, ut portem Christi mortem
Passionis fac consortem,
Et plagas recolere.

Fac me plagis vulnerari,
Fac me cruce inebriari,
Et cruore Filii

Flammis ne urrar succensus
Per Te, Virgo, sim defensus
In die iudicii

Christe, cum sit hinc exire,
Da per Matrem me venire
Ad palmam victoriae

Quando corpus morietur,
Fac, ut animae donetur
Paradisi gloria. Amen

Mother bowed with grief appalling
must thou watch, with tears slow falling,
on the cross Thy dying son!

Through my heart, thus sorrow riven,
must that cruel sword be driven,
as foretold - O Holy One!

Oh, how mournful and oppressed
was that Mother ever-blessed,
Mother of the Spotless One:

She, whose grieving was perceiving,
contemplating, unabating,
all the anguish of her Son!

Is there any, tears withholding,
Christ's dear Mother thus beholding,
in woe - like no other woe!

Who that would not grief be feeling
for that Holy Mother kneeling
what suffering was ever so?

For the sins of every nation
she beheld His tribulation,
given to scourgers for a prey:

Saw her Jesus foully taken,
languishing, by all forsaken,
when His spirit passed away.

Love's sweet fountain, Mother tender,
haste this hard heart, soft to render,
make me sharer in Thy pain.

Fire me now with zeal so glowing,
love so rich to Jesus, flowing,
that I favor may obtain.

Holy Mother, I implore Thee,
crucify this heart before Thee,
guilty it is verily!

Hate, misprision, scorn, derision,
thirst assailing, failing vision,
railing, ailing, deal to me.

In Thy keeping, watching, weeping,
by the cross may I unsleeping
live and sorrow for His sake.

Close to Jesus, with Thee kneeling,
all Thy dolors with Thee feeling,
oh, grant this - the prayer I make.

Maid Immaculate, excelling,
peerless one, in Heav'n high dwelling,
make me truly mourn with Thee.

Make me sighing hear Him dying,
ever newly vivifying
the anguish He bore for me.

With the same scar lacerated,
by the cross enfired, elated,
wrought by love to ecstasy!

Thus inspired and affected
let me, Virgin, be protected
when sounds forth the call for me!

May His sacred cross defend me,
He Who died there so befriend me,
that His pardon shall suffice.

When this earthly frame is riven,
grant that to my soul is given
all the joys of Paradise!

April 13, 2001
volume 12, no. 103
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