AT THE CROSS HER STATION KEEPING

At the Cross her station keeping\nStood the mournful Mother weeping,\nClose to Jesus to the last:\n2. Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,\nAll His bitter anguish bearing,\nNow at length the sword has pass’d.\n3. Oh, how sad and sore distress’d\nWas that Mother highly blest\nOf the sole-begotten One!\n4. Christ above in torment hangs;\nShe beneath beholds the pangs\nOf her dying, glorious Son.\n5. Is there one who would not weep,\nWhelm’d in miseries so deep\n59\nChrist’s dear Mother to behold?\n6. Can the human heart refrain\nFrom partaking in her pain,\nIn that Mother’s pain untold?\n7. Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,\nShe beheld her tender Child\nAll with bloody scourges rent.\n8. For the sins of His own nation,\nSaw Him hang in desolation,\nTill His Spirit forth He sent.\n9. O thou Mother! Fount of love!\nTouch my spirit from above,\nMake my heart with thine accord.\n1 0.Make me feel as thou hast felt;\nMake my soul to glow and melt\nWith the love of Christ my Lord.\n1 1 . Holy Mother! Pierce me through;\nIn my heart each wound renew\nOf my Saviour crucified.\n1 2. Let me share with thee His pain,\nWho for all my sins was slain,\nWho for me in torments died.\n1 3. Let me mingle tears with thee,\nMourning Him who mourn’d for me,\nAll the days that I may live:\n1 4. By the cross with thee to stay;\nThere with thee to weep and pray;\nIs all I ask of thee to give.\n1 5. Virgin of all virgins blest,\nListen to my fond request:\nLet me share thy grief divine.