Real Men by Michael Voris Posted on July 22, 2009 by Fr. Angelo M. Geiger Vodpod videos no longer available. more about “Real Catholic TV.com“, posted with vodpod Well said. Hat tip, Father Ignatius. Share this:EmailTwitterFacebookLinkedInMoreTumblrRedditPinterestPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related
Have you ever heard of a hymn entitled “Stabat Mater” (At the Cross Her Station Keeping)? It is a very touching hymn of 10 stanzas, each with 6 lines. They celebrate the emotions of Our Lady at the Cross. It was already well known by th end of the 14th century.
The sorrowful Mother was standing
in tears beside the Cross on which
Her Son was hanging. Her soul was
full of grief and anguish
and sorrow, for the sword
of prophecy pierced it.
How sad now and
how unhappy at the fate of
Her only Son was that Mother,
once called Blessed;
how the faithful Mother grieved
and lamented as she saw her
glorious Son so shamefully treated.
Who is there who would not weep,
were he to see Christ’s Mother
in such great suffering?
Or who could help feeling sympathy
with the Mother, were he to think
of Her sorrowing with Her Son?
Yet She actually saw Jesus
in agony and broken by the scourging
and this because of the
sins of Her own people.
She saw Her dear Son all the time
He was dying and abandoned until
He yielded up His Soul.
Come then, Mother from whom
all love springs, make me understand
the meaning of Your Sorrow that
I may mourn with You. Make my heart
burn with love of Christ, my God,
that He may look on me with favor.
Holy Mother, do this for me.
Pierce my heart once and forever
with the Wounds of Your crucified Son.
Le me share with You the pain
of Your son’s Wounds, for He thought
it right to bear such suffering for me.
Grant that my tears of love may mingle
with Yours and that, as long as I live,
I may feel the pains of my crucified Lord.
To stand with You beside the Cross
and be Your companion in grief
is my own wish.
Virgin without equal among virgins,
do not turn down my request;
grant that I may mourn with You.
Grant that I carry about the
dying state of Christ;
grant that I be a sharer of His Passion;
grant that I relive His Wounds.
Grant that I be wounded with His Wounds;
grant that I drink to my soul’s content of the
Chalice of His Cross and Blood.
Be a defense to me, Virgin Mary,
on the Judgement Day, and I will not burn
and be consumed in the fires of Hell.
When it is time, Lord Christ,
for me to leave this world,
give me through Your Mother’s
prayers the palm of victory.
When my body is dead,
grant that my soul be given the glory
of Paradise. Amen (Alleluia.)
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