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At the cross her station keeping
Author: Caswall; Jacobus de Benedictis Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #103 (1894) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 At the cross her station keeping
Stood the mournful mother weeping,
Where He hung, the dying Lord;
For her soul of joy bereavèd,
Bowed with anguish deeply grievèd,
Felt the sharp and piercing sword.
2 Oh, how sad and sore distressèd,
Now was she, that mother blessèd
Of the sole-begotten One;
Deep the woe of her affliction,
When she saw the crucifixion
Of her ever-glorious Son.
3 Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing,
Pierced by anguish so amazing,
Born of woman, would not weep?
Who, on Christ's dear mother thinking,
Such a cup of sorrow drinking,
Would not share her sorrows deep?
4 For His people's sins chastisèd,
She beheld her Son despisèd,
Scourged and crowned with thorns entwined;
Saw Him then from judgment taken,
And in death by all forsaken,
Till His spirit He resigned.
5 Jesu, may her deep devotion
Stir in me the same emotion,
Fount of love, Redeemer kind;
That my heart fresh ardor gaining,
And a purer love attaining,
May with Thee acceptance find.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: [At the cross her station keeping]
At the cross her station keeping
At the Cross, Her Station Keeping
Author: Edward Caswall Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #26 Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1. At the cross, her station keeping,
Stood the mournful mother weeping,
Where He hung, the dying Lord;
For her soul of joy bereavèd,
Bowed with anguish, deeply grievèd,
Felt the sharp and piercing sword.
2. Oh, how sad and sore distressèd
Now was she, that mother blessèd
Of the sole begotten One;
Deep the woe of her affliction,
When she saw the crucifixion
Of her ever glorious Son.
3. Who, on Christ’s dear mother gazing
Pierced by anguish so amazing
Born of woman, would not weep?
Who, on Christ’s dear mother thinking
Such a cup of sorrow drinking
Would not share her sorrows deep?
4. For His people’s sins chastisèd,
She beheld her Son despisèd,
Scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined;
Saw Him then from judgment taken,
And in death by all forsaken,
Till His Spirit He resigned.
5. Jesu, may her deep devotion
Stir in me the same emotion,
Fount of love, Redeemer kind,
That my heart fresh ardor gaining,
And a purer love attaining,
May with Thee acceptance find. Languages: English Tune Title: STABAT MATER (Dykes)
At the Cross, Her Station Keeping
At the cross her station keeping
Author: Jacopone da Todi, d. 1306; Edward Caswall, 1814-1878 Hymnal: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #51 (2000) Meter: 8.8.7 First Line: At her cross her station keeping Lyrics: 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 behold 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! Fount 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 Saviour crucified.
12 Let me share with thee his pain
who for all my sins was slain,
who for me in torments 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,
this I ask of thee to give. Topics: Passiontide; The Suffering Community; Year B Palm Sunday: Liturgy of the Passion; Year C Epiphany 4; Years A, B, and C Good Friday; Years A, B, and C Mothering Sunday Scripture: Isaiah 53:8 Languages: English Tune Title: STABAT MATER
At the cross her station keeping
At the Cross, Her Station Keeping
Hymnal: Lutheran Book of Worship #110 (1978) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 At the cross, her station keeping,
Stood the mournful mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.
Through her heart, his sorrow sharing,
All his bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the sword had passed.
2 Oh, how sad and sore distressed
Was that mother highly blessed
Of the sole-begotten one!
Oh, the depth of her affliction
As she saw the crucifixion
Of her dying, glorious Son!
3 Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing,
Pierced by anguish so amazing,
Born of woman, would not weep?
Who, on Christ's dear mother thinking,
Such a cup of sorrow drinking,
Would not share her sorrows deep?
4 For his people's sins chastised,
She beheld her Son despised,
Scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined;
Saw him then from judgment taken,
And in death by all forsaken,
Till his spirit he resigned.
5 Jesus, may her deep devotion
Stir in me the same emotion,
Source of love, redeemer true.
Let me thus, fresh ardor gaining
And a purer love attaining,
Consecrate my life to you. Topics: Holy Week; Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: STABAT MATER
At the Cross, Her Station Keeping
At the Cross Her Station Keeping (Stabat Mater Dolorosa)
Author: Jacapone da Todi, 1230-1306; Edward Caswall, 1814-1878 Hymnal: Breaking Bread (Vol. 39) #120 (2019) Meter: 8.8.7 Lyrics: 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 best!
Listen to my fond request:
Let me share thy grief divine.
LATIN -
1 Stabat Mater dolorosa
Juxta crucem lacrimosa,
Dum pendebat Filius.
2 Cujus animam gementem,
contristatam et dolentem,
Pertransivit gladius.
3 O quam tristis et afflicta
Fuit illa benedicta,
Mater Unigeniti!
4 Quae maerebat et dolebat,
Pia Mater, dum videbat
Nati poenas inclyti.
5 Quis non posset contristari,
Piam Matrem contemplari
Dolentem cum Filio?
6 Quis est homo qui non fleret,
Matrem Christi si videret
In tanto supplicio?
7 Pro peccatis suae gentis
vidit Iesum in tormentis,
et flagellis subditum.
8 Vidit suum dulcem Natum
Moriendo desolatum,
Dum emisit spiritum.
9 Eia Mater, fons amoris,
Me sentire vim doloris
Fac, ut tecum lugeam.
10 Fac ut ardeat cor meum
in amando Christum Deum,
ut sibi complaceam.
11 Sancta Mater, istud agas,
Crucifixi fige plagas
Cordi meo valide.
12 Tui Nati vulnerati,
Tam dignati pro me pati,
Poenas mecum divide.
13 Fac me vere tecum flere,
Crucifixo condolere,
Donec ego vixero.
14 Juxta crucem tecum stare,
Ac me tibi sociare
In planctu desidero.
15 Virgo virginum praeclara,
Mihi jam non sis amara:
Fac me tecum plangere. Topics: Seasonal Music Lent Languages: English; Latin Tune Title: STABAT MATER
At the Cross Her Station Keeping (Stabat Mater Dolorosa)
At the Cross Her Station Keeping (Stabat Mater Dolorosa)
Author: Jacapone da Todi, 1230-1306; Edward Caswall, 1814-1878 Hymnal: Glory and Praise (3rd. ed.) #262 (2015) Meter: 8.8.7 Lyrics: 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 best!
Listen to my fond request:
Let me share thy grief divine.
LATIN -
1 Stabat Mater dolorosa
Juxta crucem lacrimosa,
Dum pendebat Filius.
2 Cujus animam gementem,
contristatam et dolentem,
Pertransivit gladius.
3 O quam tristis et afflicta
Fuit illa benedicta,
Mater Unigeniti!
4 Quae maerebat et dolebat,
Pia Mater, dum videbat
Nati poenas inclyti.
5 Quis non posset contristari,
Piam Matrem contemplari
Dolentem cum Filio?
6 Quis est homo qui non fleret,
Matrem Christi si videret
In tanto supplicio?
7 Pro peccatis suae gentis
vidit Iesum in tormentis,
et flagellis subditum.
8 Vidit suum dulcem Natum
Moriendo desolatum,
Dum emisit spiritum.
9 Eia Mater, fons amoris,
Me sentire vim doloris
Fac, ut tecum lugeam.
10 Fac ut ardeat cor meum
in amando Christum Deum,
ut sibi complaceam.
11 Sancta Mater, istud agas,
Crucifixi fige plagas
Cordi meo valide.
12 Tui Nati vulnerati,
Tam dignati pro me pati,
Poenas mecum divide.
13 Fac me vere tecum flere,
Crucifixo condolere,
Donec ego vixero.
14 Juxta crucem tecum stare,
Ac me tibi sociare
In planctu desidero.
15 Virgo virginum praeclara,
Mihi jam non sis amara:
Fac me tecum plangere. Topics: Cross; Mary; Devotions The Way of the Cross; The Liturgical Year Lent (Sundays and Weekdays); The Liturgical Year Palm Sunday of teh Passion of the Lord; The Liturgical Year Friday of the Passion of the Lord (Good Friday); The Liturgical Year The Exaltation of the Holy Cross (September 14) Scripture: Mark 15:1-37 Languages: English; Latin Tune Title: STABAT MATER
At the Cross Her Station Keeping (Stabat Mater Dolorosa)
At the Cross Her Station Keeping
Author: Jacapone da Todi, 1230-1306; Edward Caswall, 1814-1878 Hymnal: Journeysongs (3rd ed.) #363 (2012) Meter: 8.8.7 First Line: At the cross her station keeping (Stabat Mater dolorosa) Lyrics: 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 torments 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 best!
Listen to my fond request:
Let me share thy grief divine.
LATIN -
1 Stabat Mater dolorosa
Juxta crucem lacrimosa,
Dum pendebat Filius.
2 Cujus animam gementem,
Contristatam et dolentem,
pertransivit gladius.
3 O quam tristis et afflicta
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater Unigeniti!
4 Quae maerebat et dolebat,
Pia Mater, dum videbat
Nati poenas incliti.
5 Quis non posset contristari,
Piam Matrem contemplari
Dolentem cum Filio?
6 Quis est homo qui non fleret,
Matrem Christi si videret
in tanto supplicio?
7 Pro peccatis suae gentis
Vidit Jesum in tormentis,
Et flagellis subditum.
8 Vidit suum dulcem Natum
Moriendo desolatum,
Dum emisit spiritum.
9 Eia, Mater, fons amoris,
Me sentire vim doloris
Fac, ut tecum lugeam.
10 Fac ut ardeat cor meum
in amando Christum Deum,
ut sibi complaceam.
11 Sancta Mater, istud agas,
Crucifixi fige plagas
Cordi meo valide.
12 Tui Nati vulnerati,
Tam dignati pro me pati,
Poenas mecum divide.
13 Fac me vere tecum flere,
Crucifixo condolere,
Donec ego vixero.
14 Juxta crucem tecum stare,
Ac me tibi sociare
in planctu desidero.
15 Virgo virginum praeclara,
mihi jam non sis amara:
Fac me tecum plangere. Topics: Cross; Devotions Stations of the Cross; Madre Dolorosa; Mary; The Liturgical Year Lent (Sundays and Weekdays); The Liturgical Year The Exaltation of the Holy Cross (September 14) Scripture: Luke 2:34-35 Languages: English; Latin Tune Title: STABAT MATER
At the Cross Her Station Keeping
At the Cross Her Station Keeping
Author: Jacapone da Todi, 1230-1306; Edward Caswall, 1814-1878 Hymnal: Journeysongs (2nd ed.) #395 (2003) Meter: 8.8.7 Lyrics: 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 best!
Listen to my fond request:
Let me share thy grief divine.
LATIN -
1 Stabat Mater dolorosa
Juxta crucem lacrimosa,
Dum pendebat Filius.
2 Cujus animam gementem,
contristatam et dolentem,
Pertransivit gladius.
3 O quam tristis et afflicta
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater Unigeniti!
4 Quae maerebat et dolebat,
Pia Mater, dum videbat
Nati poenas inclyti.
5 Quis non posset contristari,
Piam Matrem contemplari
Dolentem cum Filio?
6 Quis est homo qui non fleret,
Matrem Christi si videret
In tanto supplicio?
7 Pro peccatis suae gentis
vidit Iesum in tormentis,
et flagellis subditum.
8 Vidit suum dulcem Natum
Moriendo desolatum,
Dum emisit spiritum.
9 Eia Mater, fons amoris,
Me sentire vim doloris
Fac, ut tecum lugeam.
10 Fac ut ardeat cor meum
in amando Christum Deum,
ut sibi complaceam.
11 Sancta Mater, istud agas,
Crucifixi fige plagas
Cordi meo valide.
12 Tui Nati vulnerati,
Tam dignati pro me pati,
Poenas mecum divide.
13 Fac me vere tecum flere,
Crucifixo condolere,
Donec ego vixero.
14 Juxta crucem tecum stare,
Ac me tibi sociare
In planctu desidero.
15 Virgo virginum praeclara,
Mihi jam non sis amara:
Fac me tecum plangere.
Topics: Cross; Mary; Cross; Mary; Cross; Mary Languages: English Tune Title: STABAT MATER
At the Cross Her Station Keeping
At the Cross Her Station Keeping
Author: Jacapone da Todi, c. 1230-1306; Edward Caswall, 1814-1878 Hymnal: One in Faith #416 (2015) Meter: 8.8.7 Lyrics: 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 Oh, 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 sweet Mother! fount of love,
Touch my spirit from above,
Make my heart with yours accord.
10 Make me feel as you have 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 you his pain,
Who for all our sins was slain,
Who for me in torments 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 you to stay,
There with you to weep and pray,
This I ask of you to give.
Topics: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: STABAT MATER DOLOROSA
At the Cross Her Station Keeping
At the Cross, her station keeping
Author: Edward Caswall, 1814-78 Hymnal: Service Book and Hymnal of the Lutheran Church in America #84 (1958) Lyrics: 1 At the Cross, her station keeping,
Stood the mournful mother weeping,
Where he hung, the dying Lord;
For her soul, of joy bereaved,
Bowed with anguish, deeply grieved,
Felt the sharp and piercing sword.
2 O, how sad and sore distressed
Now was she, that mother blessed
Of the sole-begotten One.
Deep the woe of her affliction,
When she saw the crucifixion
Of her ever-glorious Son. A-men.
3 Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing,
Pierced with anguish so amazing,
Born of woman, would not weep?
Who, on Christ's dear mother thinking,
Such a cup of sorrow drinking,
Would not share her sorrows deep?
4 For his people's sins chastisèd,
She beheld her Son despisèd,
Scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined;
Saw him then from judgment taken,
And in death by all forsaken,
Till his spirit he resigned.
5 Jesus, may her deep devotion
Stir in me the same emotion,
Fount of love, Redeemer kind,
That my heart, fresh ardor gaining
And a purer love attaining,
May with thee acceptance find.
Amen. Topics: The Church Year Holy Week; The Church Year Good Friday Languages: English Tune Title: STABAT MATER (MAINZ)
At the Cross, her station keeping
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