110. At the Cross, Her Station Keeping

1 At the cross, her station keeping,
Stood the mournful mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.
Through her heart, his sorrow sharing,
All his bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the sword had passed.

2 Oh, how sad and sore distressed
Was that mother highly blessed
Of the sole-begotten one!
Oh, the depth of her affliction
As she saw the crucifixion
Of her dying, glorious Son!

3 Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing,
Pierced by anguish so amazing,
Born of woman, would not weep?
Who, on Christ's dear mother thinking,
Such a cup of sorrow drinking,
Would not share her sorrows deep?

4 For his people's sins chastised,
She beheld her Son despised,
Scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined;
Saw him then from judgment taken,
And in death by all forsaken,
Till his spirit he resigned.

5 Jesus, may her deep devotion
Stir in me the same emotion,
Source of love, redeemer true.
Let me thus, fresh ardor gaining
And a purer love attaining,
Consecrate my life to you.

Text Information
First Line: At the cross, her station keeping
Title: At the Cross, Her Station Keeping
Meter: 887 887
Language: English
Publication Date: 1978
Topic: Holy Week
Source: 13th cent.; Tr. composite, alt.
Notes: Tr. Edward Caswall, 1814-1878; Tr. Richard Mant, 1776-1848; Tr. Aubrey deVere, 1814-1902; alt.
Tune Information
Name: STABAT MATER
Meter: 887 887
Key: F Major
Source: Gesangbuch, Mainz, 1661



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