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Stabat Mater dolorosa
Juxta Crucem lacrimosa,
Dum pendebat Filius.
Cujus animam
gementem,
Contristatam et dolentem,
Pertransivit gladius.
O quam tristis
et afflicta
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater Unigeniti!
Quem maerebat,
et dolebat,
Pia Mater, dum videbat
Nati paenas 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 Jesum 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,
Paenas rnecum divide.
Fac me tecum
pie flere,
Crucifixo condolere,
Donec ego vixero.
Juxta Crucem
tecum stare,
Et me tibi sociare
In planctu desidero.
Virgo virginum
praeclara,
Mihi jam non sis amara:
Fac me tecum plangere.
Fac, ut portem
Christi mortem
Passionis fac consortum,
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 judicii.
Christe, cum
sit hinc exire,
Da per Matrem me venire,
Ad palmam victoriae.
Quando corpus
morietur,
Fac, ut animae donetur
Paradisi gloria.
Amen.
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Stabat Mater
A new translation by
Richard Major©
.........She stood beside
the cross, and kept
her station by that gallows where He hung
.........Who was her Son. His mother wept
to be His mother, for her soul was wrung,
...................heaving
with horror,
...................howling,
broken—bored
as if it were impaled upon a sword.
.........Ah,
what the grief and what the sadness
she bore, the happy one chosen to bear
.........the Only-Begotten
to such badness
of pain! Ah, what atrocity was there:
...................to
see her Child
...................and
know the pangs He bore.
For all the torments that He felt, she saw.
.........And who is it,
what man does not
feel, and at feeling, cry, to see her cry?
.........Christ's
mother's misery at what
Christ must endure singes the human eye.
...................Who
cannot feel the hurt
...................to
contemplate her mourn
who contemplates the throes of her first-born?
.........Her
nation hurried to commit
crime, and she sees Jesus tortured hard:
.........she saw
Him flogged for it,
she saw His gashes; now she must regard
...................her
own sweet Boy
...................in
death's last desolation
gasping out His spirit for their nation.
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.........Ah,
Mother, make me feel!
Your never-drying cascade of burning
.........love: submit
me to a real
grief; thaw out this heart with flames of your
great yearning
...................against
the pain of Christ.
...................True
love, true grief: with these
I hope my Christ, I hope my God to please.
.........Do this for me, do this,
O Mother mine, O holy Mother mine:
.........hammer those hammer-wounds
of His
deep into this blank heart. Your pain combine
...................with
me, your grief divide
...................with
me: that pain which He,
Whom you once bore, was pleased to bear for me:
.........Thus
make me weep with you,
and share in love His sorrows while I live;
.........and let
me keep with you
your station by His scaffold; let me give
...................the
hanging Man my tears,
...................let
me stand here, beneath
the Crucified, and join with your's my grief.
.........O Maid of maids,
unclouded,
noon-bright Maid: to me be not severe,
.........drying my
tears, but shrouded,
like you, in woe of Christ, let me be appear,
...................dressed
in His death;
...................and
ever let me find
His pangs and lacerations in my mind.
.........I want to wear
His brands,
I want to be made drunk with cross, with blood
.........from
feet and side and hands
of your dead Son; lest burning (and a flood
...................of
fire now laps me round)
...................engulf
when time is ended
and judgement sounds. By you be I defended.
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.........And
Christ! when falls my doom
that I must leave the world, and death must be
.........my body's lot: then let me come
through her, your Mother, into victory.
...................When
agony is done,
...................bid my true self to rise
into the stellar glow of Paradise.
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INDEX
Prayer of the Church
Morning Prayer
Evening Prayer
Compline
Kalendar
Penitential psalms
Preparation for Mass
Thanksgiving after Mass
Benediction
Divine Praises
Monastic Offices
Alma Redemptoris Mater
Angelus
Ave Maria
Ave Regina Coelorum
Regina Coeli
Salve Regina
Stabat Mater
Prayer for our country
Anglican Cycle of Prayer
Prayer for our parish
Calendar of the Saints
Hagiography
Lectionary
SPECIAL OCCASIONS
Itinerary
LINKS
TO SELECTED QUOTATIONS
Philokalia
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