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Stabat Mater


May we ponder the mystery of the sorrowful mother who embraces her Son with tender mercy.

Sancta Mater, istud agas,
crucifixi fige plagas
cordi meo valide.
Holy Mother! pierce me through,
in my heart each wound renew
of my Savior crucified:
Tui Nati vulnerati,
tam dignati pro me pati,
pœnas mecum divide.
Let me share with thee His pain,
who for all my sins was slain,
who for me in torments died.
Fac me tecum pie flere,
crucifixo condolere,
donec ego vixero.
Let me mingle tears with thee,
mourning Him who mourned for me,
all the days that I may live:
Juxta Crucem tecum stare,
et me tibi sociare
in planctu desidero.
By the Cross with thee to stay,
there with thee to weep and pray,
is all I ask of thee to give.
Virgo virginum præclara,
mihi iam non sis amara,
fac me tecum plangere.
Virgin of all virgins blest!,
Listen to my fond request:
let me share thy grief divine;
Fac, ut portem Christi mortem,
passionis fac consortem,
et plagas recolere.
Let me, to my latest breath,
in my body bear the death
of that dying Son of thine.

Stabat Mater

The fresco by Fra Angelico is one of those painted on the walls of the monastery cells in San Marco in Florence.

On Fridays walk the way of the Cross with the Sorrowful Mother accompanying her son Jesus to the Cross.

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.

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.

The fresco shown above is a detail of this large crucifixion scene (click to enlarge).

Stabat Mater

The fresco by Fra Angelico is one of those painted on the walls of the monastery cells in San Marco in Florence.

The fresco by Fra Angelico is one of those painted on the walls of the monastery cells in San Marco in Florence.

On Fridays walk the way of the Cross with the Sorrowful Mother accompanying her son Jesus to the Cross.

Quis non posset contristari
Christi Matrem contemplari
dolentem cum Filio?

Can the human heart refrain
from partaking in her pain,
in that Mother’s pain untold?

Follow the Stations of the Cross in Jerusalem in this video.

Stabat Mater

The fresco by Fra Angelico is one of those painted on the walls of the monastery cells in San Marco in Florence. If you look carefully, there are words coming from Christ: “This day you will be with me in Paradise.”

On Fridays walk the way of the Cross with the Sorrowful Mother accompanying her son Jesus to the Cross.

This is a Stabat Mater set by John Browne (1425-1505), sung by The Tallis Scholars.

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?

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?

Stabat Mater

The fresco by Fra Angelico is one of those painted on the walls of the monastery cells in San Marco.

On Fridays walk the way of the Cross with the Sorrowful Mother accompanying her son Jesus to the Cross.

Cuius animam gementem,
contristatam et dolentem
pertransivit gladius.

Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
all His bitter anguish bearing,
now at length the sword has passed.

Stabat Mater

Detail from the cycle of frescoes by Fra Angelico in San Marco in Florence, Italy.

The fresco is one of those painted on the walls of the monastery cells in San Marco.

On Fridays walk the way of the Cross with the Sorrowful Mother accompanying her son Jesus to the Cross.

Stabat mater dolorosa
juxta Crucem lacrimosa,
dum pendebat Filius.

At the Cross her station keeping,
stood the mournful Mother weeping,
close to her Son to the last.