Near the cross his anguish sharing
Stood the mother near despairing
While her Son was hanging there
Hers the soul so devastated
Sorrowful and desolated
That the sword to pierce did dare
O how sad and so dejected
Was that mother so respected
Of her sole-begotten one
Holy Mother, tearful, doleful,
Seeing all those wounds so woeful
Of her own illustrious Son
Is there someone so uncaring
As to shun that mother sharing
In that monstrous punishment?
Who would fail to share the sorrow
Son’s and mother’s grief to borrow
In their sad abandonment?
For the sins of his own creatures
Mary saw his anguished features
As the scourges took their toll
She beheld her Son and master
Die in desolate disaster
As he yielded up his soul
Holy Mother, fount of gladness
Make me feel the power of sadness
So that I may grieve with Thee
Make my heart be ever burning
For the love of Christ be yearning
So I may his solace be
Holy Mother, help me duly
in my heart the wounds fix truly
of the One that’s crucified
For my sake your Son in anguish
Deigned upon the cross to languish
All his pains with me divide
Let me join your pious weeping
With the crucified one keeping
Watch as long as I shall live
Near the cross to stand beside you
And to share the grief inside you
That is what I want to give
Virgin of all virgins splendid
With me do not feel offended
Let me weep along with you
Make me bear Christ’s crucifixion
Share with him his dereliction
And myself his wounds renew
Make the scourges lacerate me
Make his cross inebriate me
Your Son’s blood upon me spray
Lest I burn in flames rejected,
Virgin, let me be protected
through you on the Judgement Day
Christ, when hence I’m called to meet Thee
Let Thy Mother come to greet me
With the palm of victory
When my body is arisen
May my soul, all sins forgiven,
Rest in Paradise with Thee.
Amen. Alleluia.
