At the Cross her station keeping,
\nstood the mournful Mother weeping,
\nclose to her Son to the last.<\/p>\n
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
\nall His bitter anguish bearing,
\nnow at length the sword has passed.<\/p>\n
O how sad and sore distressed
\nwas that Mother, highly blest,
\nof the sole-begotten One.<\/p>\n
Christ above in torment hangs,
\nshe beneath beholds the pangs
\nof her dying glorious Son.<\/p>\n
Is there one who would not weep,
\nwhelmed in miseries so deep,
\nChrist’s dear Mother to behold?<\/p>\n
Can the human heart refrain
\nfrom partaking in her pain,
\nin that Mother’s pain untold?<\/p>\n
For the sins of His own nation,
\nShe saw Jesus wracked with torment,
\nAll with scourges rent:<\/p>\n
She beheld her tender Child,
\nSaw Him hang in desolation,
\nTill His spirit forth He sent.<\/p>\n
O thou Mother! fount of love!
\nTouch my spirit from above,
\nmake my heart with thine accord:<\/p>\n
Make me feel as thou hast felt;
\nmake my soul to glow and melt
\nwith the love of Christ my Lord.<\/p>\n
13th\u00a0 century At the Cross her station keeping, stood the mournful Mother weeping, close to her Son to the last. Through her heart, His sorrow sharing, all His bitter anguish bearing, now at length the sword has passed. O how sad and sore distressed was that Mother, highly blest, of the sole-begotten One. Christ above in torment … <\/p>\n
\nEnglish translation by Edward Caswall<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"