{"id":2278,"date":"2013-03-29T08:05:30","date_gmt":"2013-03-29T08:05:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/vultuschristi.org\/index.php\/2013\/03\/stabat-mater\/"},"modified":"2015-02-22T09:21:29","modified_gmt":"2015-02-22T08:21:29","slug":"stabat-mater","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/vultuschristi.org\/index.php\/2013\/03\/stabat-mater\/","title":{"rendered":"Stabat Mater"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image alignright\" style=\"display: inline;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/vultuschristi.org\/20060915matka.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"mt-image-left alignright\" style=\"float: left; margin: 0 20px 20px 0;\" src=\"https:\/\/vultuschristi.org\/20060915matka-thumb-300x584.jpg\" alt=\"20060915matka.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"584\" \/><\/a><\/span><em>This is the lovely translation of the <strong>Stabat Mater<\/strong> given in Maurice Zundel&#8217;s classic, <strong>The Splendour of the Liturgy<\/strong> (New York: Sheed and Ward, 1939).<\/em><\/p>\n<p>1. Plunged in grief the mother stood,<br \/>\nWeeping where the crimsoned wood<br \/>\nHeld on high her dying son.<\/p>\n<p>2. Through her soul, whose mourning low,<br \/>\nTold how grievous was her woe,<br \/>\nSorrow like a sword had gone.<\/p>\n<p>3. Oh! how sad, how sorrow laden,<br \/>\nStood the meek and blessed maiden,<br \/>\nGod&#8217;s true mother undefiled.<\/p>\n<p>4. Trembling, weeping, whelmed in woes,<br \/>\nWitnessing the dying throes<br \/>\nOf her own immortal child.<\/p>\n<p>5. Who is he who would not weep,<br \/>\nCould he know what anguish deep,<br \/>\nPierced the mother of the Lord?<\/p>\n<p>6. Who from sorrow could refrain,<br \/>\nGazing on that mother&#8217;s pain,<br \/>\nWeeping with her son adored?<\/p>\n<p>7. She beheld the torments sore,<br \/>\nHe for his own people bore,<br \/>\nBowed beneath that scourging dread.<\/p>\n<p>8. She beheld her only-born,<br \/>\nDeath struck, utterly forlorn,<br \/>\nWhen his parting spirit fled.<\/p>\n<p>9. Come, O mother, love&#8217;s sweet spring,<br \/>\nLet me share thy sorrowing,<br \/>\nLet my tears unite with thine.<\/p>\n<p>10. Let my heart be all on fire,<br \/>\nStill to seek with fond desire<br \/>\nChrist, my God, my love divine.<\/p>\n<p>11. Holy mother, this impart,<br \/>\nDeeply print upon my heart,<br \/>\nAll the wounds my saviour bore.<\/p>\n<p>12. Let me share his pains with thee,<br \/>\nWho so tenderly for me<br \/>\nDeigned his sacred blood to pour.<\/p>\n<p>13. Let our tears in mingling tide<br \/>\nFlow for Jesus crucified,<br \/>\nTill life cease within my breast.<\/p>\n<p>14. By the cross to take my station,<br \/>\nSharing thy sweet lamentation,<br \/>\nThis is my most fond request.<\/p>\n<p>15. Holiest of the virgin train,<br \/>\nDo not thou my prayer disdain;<br \/>\nCome and share thy griefs with me.<\/p>\n<p>16. Let me trace his sufferings o&#8217;er;<br \/>\nBear the very death he bore,<br \/>\nWhen they nailed him to the tree:<\/p>\n<p>17. Tell his wounds within my heart,<br \/>\nIn his chalice take my part,<br \/>\nAll for love of thy dear Son.<\/p>\n<p>18. Wrapt in flames of love divine,<br \/>\nKeep me still, O mother mine,<br \/>\nWhen the judgement day draws on.<\/p>\n<p>19. Lord, when these my days are done,<br \/>\nLet thy mother lead me on<br \/>\nTo the palm of victory.<\/p>\n<p>20. When this mortal body dies,<br \/>\nMay my soul to heaven uprise,<br \/>\nGlorified and blest for thee. Amen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is the lovely translation of the Stabat Mater given in Maurice Zundel&#8217;s classic, The Splendour of the Liturgy (New York: Sheed and Ward, 1939). 1. Plunged in grief the mother stood, Weeping where the crimsoned wood Held on high her dying son. 2. 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