The Mysteries of Guadalupe

Stabat Mater (English and Latin)

English

At the Cross her station keeping,

stood the mournful Mother weeping,

close to her Son to the last.

Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,

all His bitter anguish bearing,

now at length the sword has passed.

O how sad and sore distressed

was that Mother, highly blest,

of the sole-begotten One.

Christ above in torment hangs,

she beneath beholds the pangs

of her dying glorious Son.

Is there one who would not weep,

whelmed in miseries so deep,

Christ's dear Mother to behold?

Can the human heart refrain

from partaking in her pain,

in that Mother's pain untold?

For the sins of His own nation,

She saw Jesus wracked with torment,

All with scourges rent:

She beheld her tender Child,

Saw Him hang in desolation,

Till His spirit forth He sent.

O thou Mother! fount of love!

Touch my spirit from above,

make my heart with thine accord:

Make me feel as thou hast felt;

make my soul to glow and melt

with the love of Christ my Lord.

Holy Mother! pierce me through,

in my heart each wound renew

of my Savior crucified:

Let me share with thee His pain,

who for all my sins was slain,

who for me in torments died.

Let me mingle tears with thee,

mourning Him who mourned for me,

all the days that I may live:

By the Cross with thee to stay,

there with thee to weep and pray,

is all I ask of thee to give.

Virgin of all virgins blest!,

Listen to my fond request:

let me share thy grief divine;

Let me, to my latest breath,

in my body bear the death

of that dying Son of thine.

Wounded with His every wound,

steep my soul till it hath swooned,

in His very Blood away;

Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,

lest in flames I burn and die,

in His awful Judgment Day.

Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,

be Thy Mother my defense,

be Thy Cross my victory;

While my body here decays,

may my soul Thy goodness praise,

Safe in Paradise with Thee.

Amen

Latin

Stabat mater dolorósa

juxta Crucem lacrimósa,

dum pendébat Fílius.

Cuius ánimam geméntem,

contristátam et doléntem

pertransívit gládius.

O quam tristis et afflícta

fuit illa benedícta,

mater Unigéniti!

Quae mœrébat et dolébat,

pia Mater, dum vidébat

nati pœnas ínclyti.

Quis est homo qui non fleret,

matrem Christi si vidéret

in tanto supplício?

Quis non posset contristári

Christi Matrem contemplári

doléntem cum Fílio?

Pro peccátis suæ gentis

vidit Iésum in torméntis,

et flagéllis súbditum.

Vidit suum dulcem Natum

moriéndo desolátum,

dum emísit spíritum.

Eia, Mater, fons amóris

me sentíre vim dolóris

fac, ut tecum lúgeam.

Fac, ut árdeat cor meum

in amándo Christum Deum

ut sibi compláceam.

Sancta Mater, istud agas,

crucifíxi fige plagas

cordi meo válide.

Tui Nati vulneráti,

tam dignáti pro me pati,

pœnas mecum dívide.

Fac me tecum pie flere,

crucifíxo condolére,

donec ego víxero.

Juxta Crucem tecum stare,

et me tibi sociáre

in planctu desídero.

Virgo vírginum præclára,

mihi iam non sis amára,

fac me tecum plángere.

Fac, ut portem Christi mortem,

passiónis fac consórtem,

et plagas recólere.

Fac me plagis vulnerári,

fac me Cruce inebriári,

et cruóre Fílii.

Flammis ne urar succénsus,

per te, Virgo, sim defénsus

in die iudícii.

Christe, cum sit hinc exíre,

da per Matrem me veníre

ad palmam victóriæ.

Quando corpus moriétur,

fac, ut ánimæ donétur

paradísi glória.

Amen.