Mother of Sorrows - Dolorosa con Instrumentos de la Pasión


                 DAY SIX

V. O God, come to my assistance.

R. O Lord, make haste to help me.

V. Glory be, to the Father, and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost.

R. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.           

Mary Sacrificed her Soul by Compassion

Whereas other martyrs sacrifice their own lives, the Blessed Virgin consummated her martyrdom by sacrificing the life of her Son, a life which she loved far more than her own, and which caused her to endure a torment which exceeded all other torments ever endured by any mortal on earth. To understand, then, how great was the grief of Mary, we must understand,’ says Cornelius a Lapide, ‘ how great was the love she bore her Son.’ But who can ever measure this love? Blessed Amadeus says, that ‘ natural love towards Him as her Son, and super natural love towards Him as her God, were united in the heart of Mary.’ These two loves were blended into one, and this so great a love that William of Paris does not hesitate to assert, that Mary loved Jesus ‘ as much as it was possible for a pure creature to love Him.’ So that, as Richard of Saint Victor says, ‘ as no other creature ever loved God as much as Mary loved Him, so there never was any sorrow like Mary’s sorrow.’


My sorrowful Mother, by the merit of that grief which thou didst feel in seeing thy beloved Jesus led to death, obtain me the grace, that I also may bear with patience the crosses which God sends me. Happy in deed shall I be, if I only know how to accompany thee with my cross until death. Thou with thy Jesus — and you were both innocent — hast carried a far heavier cross; and shall I, a sinner, who have deserved hell, refuse to carry mine? O, immaculate Virgin, from thee do I hope for help to bear all crosses with patience. Amen.

Stabat Mater Dolorosa

         Stabat Mater 

Stabat mater dolorosa

juxta Crucem lacrimosa,

dum pendebat Filius.

Cuius animam gementem,

contristatam et dolentem

pertransivit gladius.

O quam tristis et afflicta

fuit illa benedicta,

mater Unigeniti!

Quae mœrebat et dolebat,

pia Mater, dum videbat

nati pœnas inclyti.

Quis est homo qui non fleret,

matrem Christi si videret

in tanto supplicio?

Quis non posset contristari

Christi Matrem contemplari

dolentem cum Filio?

Pro peccatis suæ gentis

vidit Iesum in tormentis,

et flagellis subditum.

Vidit suum dulcem Natum

moriendo desolatum,

dum emisit spiritum.

Eia, Mater, fons amoris

me sentire vim doloris

fac, ut tecum lugeam.

Fac, ut ardeat cor meum

in amando Christum Deum

ut sibi complaceam.

Sancta Mater, istud agas,

crucifixi fige plagas

cordi meo valide.

Tui Nati vulnerati,

tam dignati pro me pati,

pœnas mecum divide.

Fac me tecum pie flere,

crucifixo condolere,

donec ego vixero.

Juxta Crucem tecum stare,

et me tibi sociare

in planctu desidero.

Virgo virginum præclara,

mihi iam non sis amara,

fac me tecum plangere.

Fac, ut portem Christi mortem,

passionis fac consortem,

et plagas recolere.

Fac me plagis vulnerari,

fac me Cruce inebriari,

et cruore Filii.

Flammis ne urar succensus,

per te, Virgo, sim defensus

in die iudicii.

Christe, cum sit hinc exire,

da per Matrem me venire

ad palmam victoriæ.

Quando corpus morietur,

fac, ut animæ donetur

paradisi gloria. Amen.

At the Cross her Station Keeping

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.



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