Stabat Mater Dolorosa (At the Cross Her Station Keeping) - CASSIA & MYRRH [Demo] | Good Friday Chant скачать в хорошем качестве

Stabat Mater Dolorosa (At the Cross Her Station Keeping) - CASSIA & MYRRH [Demo] | Good Friday Chant

"..His Mother stood.." - John 19:25 Listen to CASSIA & MYRRH on Spotify (or wherever you stream): https://open.spotify.com/artist/5gQZw... Download The Gregorian Chapter album for FREE: https://www.catholicsong.com My singing course for you and your family: https://www.catholicsong.com Support my work directly (any amount is a great gift and makes my work as an artist possible): Here: https://www.kayclarity.art/offers/KzG... or here: https://catholicsong.substack.com/ Please share with a friend or family member in need of peace! This is one of the most important ways you can support this work and help us share the beauty and peace of our faith with the world. The artist behind the project: https://www.kayclarity.art Lyrics below. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CASSIA & MYRRH is a simple, Catholic musical project which seeks to reach souls through beauty with Christ and His Church. It strongly focuses on the contemplative aspects of the Catholic faith, including classic hymns, traditional chant forms, chant-inspired contributions, and gentle original songs. For now, although covering several genres, the project is confined to a female voice, for everyday prayerful listening or peaceful background music. CASSIA & MYRRH may be found on Instagram: @cassiaandmyrrh Facebook:   / cassiaandmyrrh   ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stabat Mater [Good Friday Catholic Chant, 13th c.] Stabat mater dolorósa juxta Crucem lacrimósa, dum pendébat Fílius. Cuius ánimam geméntem, contristátam et doléntem pertransívit gládius. O quam tristis et afflícta fuit illa benedícta, mater Unigéniti! Quae mœrébat et dolébat, pia Mater, dum vidébat nati pœnas ínclyti. Quis est homo qui non fleret, matrem Christi si vidéret in tanto supplício? Quis non posset contristári Christi Matrem contemplári doléntem cum Fílio? Pro peccátis suæ gentis vidit Iésum in torméntis, et flagéllis súbditum. Vidit suum dulcem Natum moriéndo desolátum, dum emísit spíritum. Eja, Mater, fons amóris me sentíre vim dolóris fac, ut tecum lúgeam. Fac, ut árdeat cor meum in amándo Christum Deum ut sibi compláceam. Sancta Mater, istud agas, crucifíxi fige plagas cordi meo válide. Tui Nati vulneráti, tam dignáti pro me pati, pœnas mecum dívide. Fac me tecum pie flere, crucifíxo condolére, donec ego víxero. Juxta Crucem tecum stare, et me tibi sociáre in planctu desídero. Virgo vírginum præclára, mihi iam non sis amára, fac me tecum plángere. Fac, ut portem Christi mortem, passiónis fac consórtem, et plagas recólere. Fac me plagis vulnerári, fac me Cruce inebriári, et cruóre Fílii. Flammis ne urar succénsus, per te, Virgo, sim defénsus in die iudícii. Christe, cum sit hinc exíre, da per Matrem me veníre ad palmam victóriæ. Quando corpus moriétur, fac, ut ánimæ donétur paradísi glória. Amen. English Translation [Edward Caswall] 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.