Jack Foley
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(a free translation of Stabat Mater)
Mother stands grieving Next to the cross On which her Son hangs
She whose soul Was pierced By a sword
Grieving mother, Pia Mater, Benedicta,
Of that Only Begotten, Who sees her Son’s Torment.
Who would not Weep At this?
She suffers With her sweet Son Suffering for the Sins of his People
Whips and swords Till, desolate, dying, He sends his Spirit forth.
Christ, when I must go forth Into that last exile May I find You
Through Your mother.
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O Mother, Fountain of Love, Let me feel these sorrows
Grant that my heart May burn And that the wounds
Of crucifixion Pierce my body Let me
Weep for the Crucified And stand beside you In sorrow at the cross
That when my body Dies My soul may find
The Glory of Paradise
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Virgin of virgins, Be not bitter at me Grant
That I die Christ’s death That I bear the Passion And the remembrance
Of His wounds Make me Drunk
With the Way of the Cross And the blood of your Son Lest I be destroyed
By fire Lest I be abandoned On the Day of Judgment
Make me Custodian of that Cross That Grace may flood through me
On the last day, That my soul may see The Glory
Of Paradise May it be.
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