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Lenten Hymn: At the Cross Her Station

This hymn describes Mary standing at the foot of the cross during Jesus' crucifixion. It depicts Mary's immense sorrow as she witnesses the suffering of her son. The hymn implores the reader to feel Mary's pain and share in her mourning of Christ's death. It asks to be pierced by each of Christ's wounds and to weep with Mary at the cross throughout life.

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Lenten Hymn: At the Cross Her Station

This hymn describes Mary standing at the foot of the cross during Jesus' crucifixion. It depicts Mary's immense sorrow as she witnesses the suffering of her son. The hymn implores the reader to feel Mary's pain and share in her mourning of Christ's death. It asks to be pierced by each of Christ's wounds and to weep with Mary at the cross throughout life.

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Pieśni wielkopostne - Lenten Hymns

0310. At the Cross Her Station Keeping


T.: Jacapone da Todi, tr. by Edward Caswall, 1814-1878, M.: M. Gesangbuch, 1661

1. At the cross her sta - tion keep - ing, Stood the mourn- ful
2. Through her heart, his sor - row shar - ing, All his bit - ter
3. O how sad and sore dis - tressed, _ Was that Moth- er

1. Moth- er weep- ing. Close to Je - sus to the last.


2. an - guish bear - ing, Now at length the sword has passed.
3. high - ly blest __ Of the sole be - got - ten One!

4. Christ above in torment hangs, * She beneath beholds the pangs


Of her dying, glorious Son.
5. Is there one who would not weep, * Whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ's dear Mother to behold?
6. Can the human heart refrain * From partaking in her pain.
In that Mother's pain untold?
7. Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled. * She beheld her tender Child,
All with bloody scourges rent.
8. For the sins of his own nation * Saw him hang in desolation
Till his spirit forth he sent.
9. O thou Mother! Font of love. * Touch my spirit from above.
Make my heart with thine accord.
10. Make me feel as thou hast felt; * Make my soul to glow and melt
With the love of Christ, my Lord.
11. Holy Mother, pierce me through, * In my heart each wound renew
Of my Savior crucified.
12. Let me share with thee his pain, * Who for all my sins was slain,
Who for me in torment died.
13. Let me mingle tears with thee, * Mourning him who mourned for me,
All the days that I may live.
14. By the cross with thee to stay; * There with thee to weep and pray,
All I ask of thee to give.

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