Stabat Mater (Caswall, unsourced)


 * Stabat mater dolorosa
 * iuxta Crucem lacrimosa,
 * dum pendebat Filius.
 * At the Cross her station keeping,
 * stood the mournful Mother weeping,
 * close to Jesus to the last.


 * Cuius animam gementem,
 * contristatam et dolentem
 * pertransivit gladius.
 * Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
 * all His bitter anguish bearing,
 * now at length the sword has passed.


 * O quam tristis et afflicta
 * fuit illa benedicta,
 * mater Unigeniti!
 * O how sad and sore distressed
 * was that Mother, highly blest,
 * of the sole-begotten One.


 * Quae maerebat et dolebat,
 * pia Mater, dum videbat
 * nati poenas inclyti.
 * Christ above in torment hangs,
 * she beneath beholds the pangs
 * of her dying glorious Son.


 * Quis est homo qui non fleret,
 * matrem Christi si videret
 * in tanto supplicio?
 * Is there one who would not weep,
 * whelmed in miseries so deep,
 * Christ's dear Mother to behold?


 * Quis non posset contristari
 * Christi Matrem contemplari
 * dolentem cum Filio?
 * Can the human heart refrain
 * from partaking in her pain,
 * in that Mother's pain untold?


 * Pro peccatis suae gentis
 * vidit Iesum in tormentis,
 * et flagellis subditum.
 * Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,
 * she beheld her tender Child
 * All with scourges rent:


 * Vidit suum dulcem Natum
 * moriendo desolatum,
 * dum emisit spiritum.
 * For the sins of His own nation,
 * saw Him hang in desolation,
 * Till His spirit forth He sent.


 * Eia, Mater, fons amoris
 * me sentire vim doloris
 * fac, ut tecum lugeam.
 * O thou Mother! fount of love!
 * Touch my spirit from above,
 * make my heart with thine accord:


 * Fac, ut ardeat cor meum
 * in amando Christum Deum
 * ut sibi complaceam.
 * Make me feel as thou hast felt;
 * make my soul to glow and melt
 * with the love of Christ my Lord.


 * Sancta Mater, istud agas,
 * crucifixi fige plagas
 * cordi meo valide.
 * Holy Mother! pierce me through,
 * in my heart each wound renew
 * of my Savior crucified:


 * Tui Nati vulnerati,
 * tam dignati pro me pati,
 * poenas mecum divide.
 * Let me share with thee His pain,
 * who for all my sins was slain,
 * who for me in torments died.


 * Fac me tecum pie flere,
 * crucifixo condolere,
 * donec ego vixero.
 * Let me mingle tears with thee,
 * mourning Him who mourned for me,
 * all the days that I may live:


 * Iuxta Crucem tecum stare,
 * et me tibi sociare
 * in planctu desidero.
 * By the Cross with thee to stay,
 * there with thee to weep and pray,
 * is all I ask of thee to give.


 * Virgo virginum praeclara,
 * mihi iam non sis amara,
 * fac me tecum plangere.
 * Virgin of all virgins blest!,
 * Listen to my fond request:
 * let me share thy grief divine;


 * Fac, ut portem Christi mortem,
 * passionis fac consortem,
 * et plagas recolere.
 * Let me, to my latest breath,
 * in my body bear the death
 * of that dying Son of thine.


 * Fac me plagis vulnerari,
 * fac me Cruce inebriari,
 * et cruore Filii.
 * Wounded with His every wound,
 * steep my soul till it hath swooned,
 * in His very Blood away;


 * Flammis ne urar succensus,
 * per te, Virgo, sim defensus
 * in die iudicii.
 * Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
 * lest in flames I burn and die,
 * in His awful Judgment Day.


 * Christe, cum sit hinc exire,
 * da per Matrem me venire
 * ad palmam victoriae.
 * Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
 * by Thy Mother my defense,
 * by Thy Cross my victory;


 * Quando corpus morietur,
 * fac, ut animae donetur
 * paradisi gloria. Amen.
 * While my body here decays,
 * May my soul Thy goodness praise,
 * Safe in Paradise with Thee. Amen.

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