Stabat Mater
From Catholic Hours, compiled by John Richard Best, 1840 Tools
Source
| Printed in | Catholic Hours |
|---|---|
| Imprint | London, T. Jones, Catholic Publisher (63, Paternoster Row, London); also sold by Coyne, Dublin, and Margey, Glasgow., 1840 |
| Scan | the Internet Archive copy |
| Approval | Approbation, signed '† PETER AUGUSTINE, Bishop of Siga, Vicar Apostolic of the Western District', dated 'Prior Park, August 1st, 1839'. The bishop has read the 'Family Prayer Book', finds nothing in it repugnant to the Faith, Morality, or approved Discipline of the Catholic Church, and approves it 'within the limits of my jurisdiction'. This is an approbation, not an imprimatur or nihil obstat in those words. |
| Transcription | Transcribed from the scan of the 1840 edition. |
| Rights | Public domain in the United States. |
- Seasons
- Passiontide
- Prayers for
- contrition, love of God, a happy death, salvation
Albrecht Dürer, The Agony in the Garden, 1508. Art Institute of Chicago.
FOR FRIDAY IN PASSION WEEK.
Tearful stood the mother lowly,
Near the cross on which her holy
Son was nail'd, her son ador'd.
Her soul the while, with anguish heaving—
Sad—with direst sorrow grieving—
Felt the promis'd, piercing sword.
Oh, how woeful her dejection!
All the mother's blest affection
There bewail'd its only one:
Trembling wail'd and sorrow'd o'er him:
View'd each torturing nail that tore him—
Her renown'd, her duteous Son.
Lives there one who tears could smother,
Did he see Christ's blessed mother
In this anguish great and wild?
Lives there one—'tis past believing—
Who could see, unmov'd, the grieving
Of this mother and her child?
He would save his guilty nation :—
Now she sees what desolation,
Torments, stripes, his care repay :—
Sees her Jesus, love-inspiring,
Scorn'd, deserted, and expiring,
Gently breathe his soul away.
Hail! kind mother, source of feeling!
Make me feel like sorrow stealing
O'er me: make me grieve with thee.
Set my heart on fire returning
All Christ's pains with love :—a burning
Love that may accepted be.
Mother blest! do not gainsay me;
Stamp my stony heart, I pray thee,
With th' impression of the cross.
Source of grief from thee I borrow;
Let me also feel thy sorrow,
Mourn with thee thy bitter loss.
Make me weep with thee for ever:
From the cross may nothing sever
Me so long as ere I live.
Let me linger with thee near it;
Joining with thee to revere it
Still with tears—which thou wilt give.
Virgin, of all virgins brightest!
Aid me thou who thus unitest
Hearts in grief—thy grief be mine.
Join me in my Saviour's anguish:
O'er his passion let me languish,
Worship every wound divine.
From no wound or torture shrinking,
All his bitter chalice drinking,
Let me thus my love declare;
Till, by love inflamed, amended,
Be my soul by thee defended,
Sav'd in judgment by thy care.
Let the cross my failings cover;
Jesus' passion shield me over,
Giving safety from above.
From my corse when life is riven,
Grant that to my soul be given
Heaven's glory, joy, and love.
V. A sword has pierced thine own soul.
R. That the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.
Oh God, in whose passion, according to Simeon's prophecy, the sword of sorrow pierced the most devout soul of glorious Mary, thy Virgin Mother; mercifully grant that we, who with honour commemorate her sorrows and sufferings, may, by the glorious merits and prayers of all the Saints who stood faithfully by thy cross, obtain the happy effect of thy passion.
Who with God the Father, &c.
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