#756 - Stabat Mater

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• Composer:
  • Gregorian chant, traditional Catholic
  • Mainz Gesangbuch, 1661
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• Lyrics:
  Stabat mater dolorosa
  iuxta Crucem lacrimosa,
  dum pendebat Filius.
  
  Cuius animam gementem,
  contristatam et dolentem
  pertransivit gladius.
  
  O quam tristis et afflicta
  fuit illa benedicta,
  mater Unigeniti!
  
  Quae maerebat et dolebat,
  pia Mater, dum videbat
  nati poenas inclyti.
  
  Quis est homo qui non fleret,
  matrem Christi si videret
  in tanto supplicio?
  
  Quis non posset contristari
  Christi Matrem contemplari
  dolentem cum Filio?
  
  Pro peccatis suae gentis
  vidit Iesum in tormentis,
  et flagellis subditum.
  
  Vidit suum dulcem Natum
  moriendo desolatum,
  dum emisit spiritum.
  
  Eia, Mater, fons amoris
  me sentire vim doloris
  fac, ut tecum lugeam.
  
  Fac, ut ardeat cor meum
  in amando Christum Deum
  ut sibi complaceam.
  
  Sancta Mater, istud agas,
  crucifixi fige plagas
  cordi meo valide.
  
  Tui Nati vulnerati,
  tam dignati pro me pati,
  poenas mecum divide.
  
  Fac me tecum pie flere,
  crucifixo condolere,
  donec ego vixero.
  
  Iuxta Crucem tecum stare,
  et me tibi sociare
  in planctu desidero.
  
  Virgo virginum praeclara,
  mihi iam non sis amara,
  fac me tecum plangere.
  
  Fac, ut portem Christi mortem,
  passionis fac consortem,
  et plagas recolere.
  
  Fac me plagis vulnerari,
  fac me Cruce inebriari,
  et cruore Filii.
  
  Flammis ne urar succensus,
  per te, Virgo, sim defensus
  in die iudicii.
  
  Christe, cum sit hinc exire,
  da per Matrem me venire
  ad palmam victoriae.
  
  Quando corpus morietur,
  fac, ut animae donetur
  paradisi gloria. Amen.
  
  
  • Jacopone da Todi (1236-1306) or Pope Innocent III (c1161-1216)
• Lyrics:
  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 has passed.
  
  O how sad and sore distressed
  was that Mother, highly blest,
  of the sole-begotten One.
  
  Christ above in torment hangs,
  she beneath beholds the pangs
  of her dying glorious Son.
  
  Is there one who would not weep,
  whelmed in miseries so deep,
  Christ's dear Mother to behold?
  
  By the Cross with thee to stay,
  there with thee to weep and pray,
  is all I ask of thee to give.
  
  She beheld her tender Child,
  Saw Him hang in desolation,
  Till His spirit forth He sent.
  
  For the sins of His own nation,
  She saw Jesus wracked with torment,
  All with scourges rent:
  
  Can the human heart refrain
  from partaking in her pain,
  in that Mother's pain untold?
  
  O thou Mother! fount of love!
  Touch my spirit from above,
  make my heart with thine accord:
  
  Make me feel as thou hast felt;
  make my soul to glow and melt
  with the love of Christ my Lord.
  
  Holy Mother! pierce me through,
  in my heart each wound renew
  of my Savior crucified:
  
  Let me share with thee His pain,
  who for all my sins was slain,
  who for me in torments died.
  
  Let me mingle tears with thee,
  mourning Him who mourned for me,
  all the days that I may live:
  
  Let me, to my latest breath,
  in my body bear the death
  of that dying Son of thine.
  
  Virgin of all virgins blest!,
  Listen to my fond request:
  let me share thy grief divine;
  
  Wounded with His every wound,
  steep my soul till it hath swooned,
  in His very Blood away;
  
  Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
  lest in flames I burn and die,
  in His awful Judgment Day.
  
  Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
  by Thy Mother my defense,
  by Thy Cross my victory;
  
  When my body dies,
  let my soul be granted
  the glory of Paradise. Amen.
  
  
  • (trans. unknown)