Stabat Mater
Stabat mater dolorosa
juxta 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 moerebat 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?
By the Cross with thee to stay,
there with thee to weep and pray,
is all I ask of thee to give.
Pro peccatis suae gentis
vidit Iesum in tormentis,
et flagellis subditum.
For the sins of His own nation,
She saw Jesus wracked with torment,
All with scourges rent:
Vidit suum dulcem Natum
moriendo desolatum,
dum emisit spiritum.
She beheld her tender Child,
Saw Him hang in desolation,
Till His spirit forth He sent.
Eia, Mater, fons amoris
me sentire vim doloris
fac, ut tecum lugeam.
Can the human heart refrain
from partaking in her pain,
in that Mother's pain untold?
Fac, ut ardeat cor meum
in amando Christum Deum
ut sibi complaceam.
O thou Mother! fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above,
make my heart with thine accord:
Sancta Mater, istud agas,
crucifixi fige plagas
cordi meo valide.
Make me feel as thou hast felt;
make my soul to glow and melt
with the love of Christ my Lord.
Tui Nati vulnerati,
tam dignati pro me pati,
poenas mecum divide.
Holy Mother! pierce me through,
in my heart each wound renew
of my Savior crucified:
Fac me tecum pie flere,
crucifixo condolere,
donec ego vixero.
Let me share with thee His pain,
who for all my sins was slain,
who for me in torments died.
Juxta Crucem tecum stare,
et me tibi sociare
in planctu desidero.
Let me mingle tears with thee,
mourning Him who mourned for me,
all the days that I may live:
Virgo virginum praeclara,
mihi iam non sis amara,
fac me tecum plangere.
Let me, to my latest breath,
in my body bear the death
of that dying Son of thine.
Fac, ut portem Christi mortem,
passionis fac consortem,
et plagas recolere.
Virgin of all virgins blest!,
Listen to my fond request:
let me share thy grief divine;
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.
When my body dies,
let my soul be granted
the glory of Paradise. Amen.
