4 Quæ morebat, et 4 And how she sobb'd, dolebat, and how she moan'd, Pia Mater dum vide- And how the tears ran bat, Nati pœnas inclyti. rolling down, And how she clasp'd her trembling hands To see her bleeding Son! 5 Quis est homo qui 5 Now, who is he could non fleret, coldly stand 8 Vidit suum dulcem 8 She saw, she saw her natum, Moriendo desolatum, Dum emisit spiritum. 9 Eia Mater, fons amoris Me sentire vim doloris, Fac, ut tecum lugeam. 10 Fac ut ardeat cor meum sweetest Son Alone and desolate in death, While from his vivid lips and parch'd, Died off the fainting breath. In amando Christum Which glows amongst Deum, Ut sibi complaceam. the blest above; That I may burn, and burning die A holocaust of love 12 Tui nati vulnerati, Tam dignati pro me pati, Ponas mecum divide. 12 Come, share with me-come, share with me The sorrows of thy wounded Son; For, ah! it is for me he dies For me the life-drops run. 13 Fac me tecum piè 13 Let me but mix my 14 Juxta crucem te- 14 For, oh! to stand beside His cross In sweet companionship with thee— And oh! to weep as thou hast wept— This this alone for me. 15 Then let me weep as thou hast wept, Thou dearest of the Virgin train; And do not for sweet pity's sake, My humble suit disdain. Per te, virgo, sim de- May I, O Virgin, take fensus, In die judicii. my stand In the great day of fu ture doom, Safe at thy Son's right hand 19 Christe, cum sit 19 Safe 'neath the sha hinc exire, Da per Matrem me venire Ad palmam victoriæ. dow of His CrossSafe through His death (in whom our race Hath found an everlasting life)Safe in his fostering grace. |