Mary's Sorrow: Lenten Devotions

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 depressed
Was that Mother highly blessed
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,
Overwhelmed 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
Save Him hang in desolation
Till His spirit forth he sent.

O sweet Mother! Fount 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.

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