At the Cross Her Station Keeping

1.

Junto al pie de la Cruz santa

Que del Hijo el cuerpo aguanta,

Con dolor su Madre está.

2.

¿Qué pesar se igualaría

A la pena de María

Al mirarle agonizar?

3.

En supremo sacrificio

Participa del suplicio

Y la angustia de Jesús.

4.

A su vista lo azotaron

Y con saña se mofaron

Del que diose por amor.

5.

Velo ahora cómo expira

Y le escucha cual suspira:

"¡Padre, todo se cumplió!"

6.

Por tu corazón que llora,

En el nuestro haz tú, Señora,

El amor a Dios crecer.

7.

Y el dolor por el pecado

Que en la Cruz habrá clavado

A quien inocente fue.

8.

Las angustias que sufría

Cristo en cruz, ¿quién osaría

Con su madre compartir?

9.

Cuando llegue nuestra hora,

Sé tú nuestra valedora

Y el Señor tendrá piedad.

10.

Y en el día del juicio

Séanos tu amor propicio

Y no habremos de temer.

11.

¡Oh, Jesús, consuelo y guía,

Ilumina, con María,

Nuestra senda terrenal!

Latin

1.

Stabat Mater dolorósa

Juxta crucem lacrimósa,

Dum pendébat Fílius.

2.

Cuius ánimam geméntem,

Contristátam et doléntem,

Pertransívit gládius.

3.

O quam tristis et afflícta

Fuit illa benedícta

Mater Unigéniti!

4.

Quae maerébat et dolébat,

Pia Mater, dum vidébat

Nati poenas íncliti.

5.

Quis non posset contristári,

Piam Matrem contemplári

Doléntem cum Fílio?

6.

Quis est homo qui non fleret,

Matrem Christi si vidéret

In tanto supplício?

7.

Pro peccátis suae gentis

Vidit Jesum in torméntis,

Et flagéllis súbditum.

8.

Vidit suum dulcem Natum

Moriéntem desolátum,

Dum emísit spíritum.

9.

Eia Mater, fons amóris,

Me sentíre vim dolóris

Fac, ut tecum lúgeam.

10.

Fac ut árdeat cor meum

in amándo Christum Deum,

ut sibi compláceam.

11.

Sancta Mater, istud agas,

Crucifixi fige plagas

Cordi meo válide.

12.

Tui Nati vulneráti,

Tam dignáti pro me pati,

Poenas mecum dívide.

13.

Fac me vere tecum flere,

Crucifixo condolére,

Donec ego víxero.

14.

Juxta crucem tecum stare,

Ac me tibi sociáre

In planctu desídero.

15.

Virgo vírginum praeclára,

Mihi jam non sis amára:

Fac me tecum plángere.

English

1.

At the cross her station keeping,

Stood the mournful Mother weeping,

Close to Jesus to the last.

2.

Through her heart, his sorrow sharing,

All his bitter anguish bearing,

Now at length the sword has passed.

3.

O how sad and sore distressed,

Was that Mother highly blest

Of the sole begotten One!

4.

Christ above in torment hangs,

She beneath beholds the pangs

Of her dying, glorious Son.

5.

Is there one who would not weep,

Whelmed in miseries so deep,

Christ's dear Mother to behold?

6.

Can the human heart refrain

From partaking in her pain,

In that Mother's pain untold?

7.

Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,

She beheld her tender Child,

All with bloody scourges rent.

8.

For the sins of his own nation

Saw him hang in desolation

Till his spirit forth he sent.

9.

O thou Mother! Font of love,

Touch my spirit from above,

Make my heart with thine accord.

10.

Make me feel as thou hast felt;

Make my soul to glow and melt

With the love of Christ, my Lord.

11.

Holy Mother, pierce me through,

In my heart each wound renew

Of my Savior crucified.

12.

Let me share with thee his pain,

Who for all my sins was slain,

Who for me in torment died.

13.

Let me mingle tears with thee,

Mourning him who mourned for me,

All the days that I may live.

14.

By the cross with thee to stay;

There with thee to weep and pray,

All I ask of thee to give.

15.

Virgin of all Virgins blest!

Listen to my fond request:

Let me share thy grief divine.