Stabat Mater Dolorosa (At the Cross Her Station Keeping, Latin, all verses) - Gregorian Chant

Original recording by Kimberly Johnson.
With sincere thanks to GregoBase for the score:
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Text:
1. Stabat mater dolorósa
juxta Crucem lacrimósa,
dum pendébat Fílius.
2. Cuius ánimam geméntem,
contristátam et doléntem
pertransívit gládius.
3. O quam tristis et afflícta
fuit illa benedícta,
mater Unigéniti!
4. Quae mœrébat et dolébat,
pia Mater, dum vidébat
nati pœnas ínclyti.
5. Quis est homo qui non fleret,
matrem Christi si vidéret
in tanto supplício?
6. Quis non posset contristári
Christi Matrem contemplári
doléntem cum Fílio?
7. Pro peccátis suæ gentis
vidit Iésum in torméntis,
et flagéllis súbditum.
8. Vidit suum dulcem Natum
moriéndo desolátum,
dum emísit spíritum.
9. Eja, Mater, fons amóris
me sentíre vim dolóris
fac, ut tecum lúgeam.
10. Fac, ut árdeat cor meum
in amándo Christum Deum
ut sibi compláceam.
11. Sancta Mater, istud agas,
crucifíxi fige plagas
cordi meo válide.
12. Tui Nati vulneráti,
tam dignáti pro me pati,
pœnas mecum dívide.
13. Fac me tecum pie flere,
crucifíxo condolére,
donec ego víxero.
14. Juxta Crucem tecum stare,
et me tibi sociáre
in planctu desídero.
15. Virgo vírginum præclára,
mihi iam non sis amára,
fac me tecum plángere.
16. Fac, ut portem Christi mortem,
passiónis fac consórtem,
et plagas recólere.
17. Fac me plagis vulnerári,
fac me Cruce inebriári,
et cruóre Fílii.
18. Flammis ne urar succénsus,
per te, Virgo, sim defénsus
in die iudícii.
19. Christe, cum sit hinc exíre,
da per Matrem me veníre
ad palmam victóriæ.
20. Quando corpus moriétur,
fac, ut ánimæ donétur
paradísi glória.
Amen.
Translation (not literal; Edward Caswall, 1849):
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.
Read more: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stabat_...
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[@corsinodiao4760]

I love this Song of our Blessed Mother....

[@jjkort5921]

Thank you for your clear pronunciation with the lyrics. Beautiful! Blessings to you

[@ChantsofaLifetime]

You're so welcome, and thank you for the nice note!

[@LavaDrink]

Thank you

[@JohnShaw]

Beautiful!

[@evifnoskcaj]

May you be blessed for sharing this. Thank you! I really needed this.

[@kimyazon5871]

thank you for sharing 😊

[@martinbogart]

Beautiful! Thank you so much! Are you a Mezzo-soprano?

[@ChantsofaLifetime]

I usually sing soprano, but I'm happy to sing mezzo or alto depending on the need!

[@alextapia2107]

. 🔥 ❤️ 1. Stabat Mater dolorosa Iuxta crucem lacrimosa Dum pendebat Filius. 2. Cuius animam gementem Contristatam et dolentem Pertransivit gladius. 3. O quam tristis et afflicta Fuit illa benedicta Mater unigeniti! 4. Quae moerebat et dolebat, Pia Mater, dum videbat Nati poenas incliti. 5. Quis est homo qui non fleret, Matrem Christi si videret In tanto supplicio? 6. Quis non posset contristari, Christi Matrem contemplari Dolentem cum Filio? 7. Pro peccatis suae gentis Vidit Iesum in tormentis, Et flagellis subditum. 8. Vidit suum dulcem natum Moriendo desolatum Dum emisit spiritum. 9. Eja Mater, fons amoris Me sentire vim doloris Fac, ut tecum lugeam. 10. Fac, ut ardeat cor meum In amando Christum Deum Ut sibi complaceam. 11. Sancta Mater, istud agas, Crucifixi fige plagas Cordi meo valide. 12. Tui nati vulnerati, Tam dignati pro me pati, Poenas mecum divide. 13. Fac me tecum, pie, flere, Crucifixo condolere, Donec ego vixero. 14. Juxta crucem tecum stare, Et me tibi sociare In planctu desidero. 15. Virgo virginum praeclara, Mihi jam non sis amara Fac me tecum plangere. 16. Fac, ut portem Christi mortem Passionis fac consortem, Et plagas recolere. 17. Fac me plagis vulnerari, Fac me cruce inebriari, Et cruore Filii. 18. Flammis ne urar succensus Per te, Virgo, sim defensus In die judicii. 19. Fac me cruce custodiri Morte Christi praemuniri Confoveri gratia 20. Quando corpus morietur, Fac, ut animae donetur Paradisi gloria. Amen. 🔥 ❤️

[@alextapia2107]

1. At the cross her station keeping, stood the mournful mother weeping, close to Jesus to the last. 2. Through her soul, of joy bereaved, bowed with anguish, deeply grieved, now at length the sword hath 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, Whelm'd 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. Bruis'd, derided, curs'd, defil'd, She beheld her tender child All with bloody scourges rent. 8. For the sins of His own nation, Saw Him hang in desolation, Till His spirit forth He sent. 9. O thou Mother! fount of love! Touch my spirit from above; Make my heart with thine accord. 10. Make me feel as thou hast felt; Make my soul to glow and melt With the love of Christ our Lord. 11. Holy Mother! pierce me through; In my heart each wound renew Of my Saviour crucified. 12. Let me share with thee His pain, Who for all my sins was slain, Who for me in torments died. 13. Let me mingle tears with thee, Mourning Him who mourn'd for me, All the days that I may live. 14. By the cross with thee to stay, There with thee to weep and pray, Is all I ask of thee to give. 15. Virgin of all virgins best, Listen to my fond request Let me share thy grief divine. 16. Let me, to my latest breath, In my body bear the death Of that dying Son of thine. 17. Wounded with His every wound, Steep my soul till it hath swoon'd In His very blood away. 18. Be to me, O Virgin, nigh, Lest in flames I burn and die, In His awful Judgment day. 19. Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence, Be Thy Mother my defence, Be Thy cross my victory. 20. While my body here decays, May my soul Thy goodness praise, Safe in Paradise with Thee.