At the cross her station keeping (Anonymous)
- Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2021-01-09). Score information: A4, 1 page, 45 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard
- Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2021-01-09). Score information: A4, 1 page, 90 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard, melody with words.
- Translation by Edward Caswall
Original text and translations
Original text and translations may be found at Stabat Mater.
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.
O 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.
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?
For his people’s sins chastisèd,
she beheld her Son despisèd,
scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined;
saw him then from judgement taken,
and in death by all forsaken,
till his spirit he resigned.
O good Jesu, let me borrow
something of thy Mother’s sorrow,
fount of love, Redeemer kind,
that my heart fresh ardour gaining,
and a purer love attaining,
may with thee acceptance find.