Text: | Near the cross was Mary weeping |
Translator: | H. Mills |
1 Near the cross was Mary weeping,
There her mournful station keeping,
Gazing on her dying Son.
2 There with speechless grief oppresséd,
Anguish-stricken, and distresséd;
Through her soul the sword had gone.
3 Who, upon that Sufferer gazing,
Bowed in sorrow so amazing,
Would not with His mother mourn?
4 'Twas our sins brought Him from heaven;
These the cruel nails had driven;
All His griefs for us were borne.
5 When no eye its pity gave us,
When there was no arm to save us,
He His love and power displayed.
6 By His stripes He wrought our healing;
By His death our life revealing,
He for us the ransom paid.
7 Jesus, my Thy love constrain us
That from sin we may refrain us,
In Thy griefs may deeply grieve.
8 Thee our best affections giving,
To Thy glory ever living,
May we in Thy glory live.
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First Line: | Near the cross was Mary weeping |
Translator: | H. Mills |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Source: | From "Stabat Mater." |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Tune: STABAT MATER |