At the cross her station keeping Stood the mournful Mother weeping Close to Jesus 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 Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled She beheld her tender Child All with bloody scourges rent For the sins of His own nation Saw Him hang in desolation Till His spirit forth He sent O sweet Mother, font of love Touch my spirit from above Make my heart with yours accord Make me feel as you have 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 you His pain Who for all our sins was slain Who for me in torment died Let me mingle tears with thee Mourning him who mourned for me All the days that I may live By the cross with you to stay There with you to weep and pray This I ask of you to give