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    Stabat Mater dolorosa

    Latin text
    (Modern Liturgy)

    1. Stabat Mater dolorosa


    Iuxta crucem lacrimosa
    Dum pendebat Filius.
    12. Tui nati vulnerati,
    Tam dignati pro me pati,
    2. Cuius animam gementem
    Poenas mecum divide.
    Contristatam et dolentem
    Pertransivit gladius.
    13. Fac me tecum, pie, flere,
    Crucifixo condolere,
    3. O quam tristis et afflicta
    Donec ego vixero.
    Fuit illa benedicta
    Mater unigeniti!
    14. Juxta crucem tecum stare,
    Et me tibi sociare
    4. Quae moerebat et dolebat,
    In planctu desidero.
    Pia Mater, dum videbat
    Nati poenas incliti.
    15. Virgo virginum praeclara,
    Mihi jam non sis amara
    5. Quis est homo qui non fleret,
    Fac me tecum plangere.
    Matrem Christi si videret
    In tanto supplicio?
    16. Fac, ut portem Christi mortem
    Passionis fac consortem,
    6. Quis non posset contristari,
    Et plagas recolere.
    Christi Matrem contemplari
    Dolentem cum Filio?
    17. Fac me plagis vulnerari,
    Fac me cruce inebriari,
    7. Pro peccatis suae gentis
    Et cruore Filii.
    Vidit Iesum in tormentis,
    Et flagellis subditum.
    18. Flammis ne urar succensus
    Per te, Virgo, sim defensus
    8. Vidit suum dulcem natum
    In die judicii.
    Moriendo desolatum
    Dum emisit spiritum.
    19. Fac me cruce custodiri
    Morte Christi praemuniri
    9. Eja Mater, fons amoris
    Confoveri gratia
    Me sentire vim doloris
    Fac, ut tecum lugeam.
    20. Quando corpus morietur,
    Fac, ut animae donetur
    10. Fac, ut ardeat cor meum
    Paradisi gloria. Amen.
    In amando Christum Deum
    Ut sibi complaceam.
    ((Note: Verse 19 may differ from translations
    shown below))
    11. Sancta Mater, istud agas,
    Crucifixi fige plagas
    Cordi meo valide.
    English translation

    1. At the cross her station keeping, 11. Holy Mother! pierce me through;
    stood the mournful mother weeping, In my heart each wound renew
    close to Jesus to the last. Of my Saviour crucified.

    2. Through her soul, of joy bereaved, 12. Let me share with thee His pain,
    bowed with anguish, deeply grieved, Who for all my sins was slain,
    now at length the sword hath passed. Who for me in torments died.

    3. Oh how sad and sore distressed 13. Let me mingle tears with thee,
    was that mother highly blessed, Mourning Him who mourn'd for me,
    of the sole-begotten One! All the days that I may live.

    4. Christ above in torment hangs; 14. By the cross with thee to stay,
    She beneath beholds the pangs There with thee to weep and pray,
    Of her dying glorious Son. Is all I ask of thee to give.

    5. Is there one who would not weep, 15. Virgin of all virgins best,
    Whelm'd in miseries so deep Listen to my fond request
    Christ's dear Mother to behold? Let me share thy grief divine.

    6. Can the human heart refrain 16. Let me, to my latest breath,
    From partaking in her pain, In my body bear the death
    In that Mother's pain untold? Of that dying Son of thine.

    7. Bruis'd, derided, curs'd, defil'd, 17. Wounded with His every wound,
    She beheld her tender child Steep my soul till it hath swoon'd
    All with bloody scourges rent. In His very blood away.

    8. For the sins of His own nation, 18. Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
    Saw Him hang in desolation, Lest in flames I burn and die,
    Till His spirit forth He sent. In His awful Judgment day.

    9. O thou Mother! fount of love! 19. Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
    Touch my spirit from above; Be Thy Mother my defence,
    Make my heart with thine accord. Be Thy cross my victory.

    10. Make me feel as thou hast felt; 20. While my body here decays,
    Make my soul to glow and melt May my soul Thy goodness praise,
    With the love of Christ our Lord. Safe in Paradise with Thee.

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