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At the cross her station keeping
Stood the mournful Mother weeping,
Where He hung the dying Lord;
For her soul of joy bereaved,
Bowed with anguish,
deeply grieved,
Felt the sharp and piercing sword.
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,
Who would not share her sorrows deep!
Jesu, may her deep devotion
Stir in me the same emotion,
Fount of love, Redeemer kind.
That my heart fresh ardour gaining,
And a purer love attaining,
May with Thee acceptance find.
