Verse 1

AT the cross, her station keeping, Stood the mournful mother weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord; For her soul of joy bereavèd, Bowed with anguish, deeply grievèd, Felt the sharp and piercing sword

Verse 2

O how sad and sore distressèd Now was she, that mother blessèd Of the sole- begotten One; Deep the woe of her affliction, When she saw the crucifixion Of her ever- glorious Son.

Verse 3

For His people’s sins chastisèd, She beheld her Son despisèd, Scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined; Saw Him then from judgment taken, And in death by all forsaken, Till His Spirit He resigned.

Verse 4

Jesus, may her deep devotion Stir in me the same emotion, Fount of love, Redeemer kind, That my heart, fresh ardor gaining, And a purer love attaining, May with Thee acceptance find. Amen.

Background: At The Cross Her Station Keeping Stood