Good Friday
Stabat Mater 1. At the cross her station keeping, stood the mournful mother weeping, close to Jesus to the last 2. Through her heart, his sorrow sharing, all his bitter anguish bearing, now at length the sword had passed. 3. Oh how sad and sore distressed was that mother highly blessed, of the sole-begotten 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. For the sins of His own nation saw Him hang in desolation, all with bloody scourges rent. 8. Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled, she beheld her tender child, till His Spirit forth he sent. 9. ...